On opening nite, there were no less than 4 bloggers who ponced on Mr. Andres’ hot mess of an ultra
lounge restaurant. Evidence here:
KevinEat’s goes commando against no-photo policy and takes 49 monstrous shots
Exilekiss misses chance to make goo-goo eyes with KevinEats across the room 😉
Jo of Mylastsbite goes to town w/ her near DSLR sized Fujifilm S2000 HD
Uber hotty Food Fashionista hangs out w/ gorgeous/gorging friends on opening nite
I’m just a blogger,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
And like the majority of them above, plus a few more below, Bazaar entered my bloodstream like a 100mg pill of Viagra. It made me hard up for hot grub. B @ SLS is sexy; it’s irreverent, it’s whimsical, ostentatious; it’s baroque and yet Barcelona gastro chic (think Cinc Sentits Restaurant of Barcelona in 1 room, with the now-deceased French formal dining room of L’Orangerie adjoining nearby). The Baroquial Blanca room made me wish I was Amadeus with a pair of pushed up double-D’s in my face while I whiffed my Dutch cognac. The Rojo room made me wanna drink $5 sangioveses and gnaw on a leg of jamon Iberico while wearing white linen slacks.
There’s really no reason to discuss what went south within our selection. Even when a tapa is funkified – think of tomato topping watermelons – it still makes the tongue taste, makes your brain analyze the orchestra of ingredients. But if you are REALLY in a bind… say.. during DineLA ’09 week, during which ONLY 3 tapas may be chosen, skip the lamb loin, the rice-a-roni doppelganger of pasta paella called Rosseja, and stick to seafood. The Kumamoto oysters + King Crab listed under conservas were tastefully simple (and dare I say, BETTER than any of the seafood plats to come out of Providence’s kitchen). The lobster medallions were again, very simple, not overcooked, with a touch of paprika, just naturally sugary. Personally, veal probably would’ve been better than the lamb loin and the uni mini bao’s should’ve been eaten as a conserva, and the Japanese pears would’ve been more mind boggling than the sweet potato paper-chips.
Dining at Bazaar is like a bad high. I was strung out the whole evening, excited to the extreme early on when then edible art came, then brought tumbling down to earth when a poor dish arrived, finally finished with a heroin hit of fantasmic desserts.
The Bazaar At The SLS
PS. Katherine, 4x the normal pix just for you…