Message: | The Grubs are discriminating at the high end, but pretty indiscriminate at the low end. Therefore, there are few places we simply won't return to. The Buggy Whip, known affectionately by us as the Burning Horse, is one of them. Huge portions of virtually flavorless meat at -- for value received -- outrageously high prices. The decor is indeed '50s, but everything you hated about the '50s. Service is abysmal; drinks are miserly; wine list is laughable. Other than that.... If any hounds want to experience this for themselves, be certain not to go at any time the lounge pianist (located centrally and loudly in the dining area) is, ah, performing. Bring Excedrin. Bring Tagamet.
For fine dining within a reasonable distance from LAX, take a few minutes more & venture to Abbot Kinney in Venice to Joe's for outstandingly creative California cuisine (whatever that is) or, preferably for the Grubster's tastes, Lilly's for the French bistro moules frites experience. |