You guys, I had no idea how totally cool I was. Let me walk that back a minute. I had no idea how totally cool I was if say, being cool was measured by how many middle-aged celebrities you dine with in one night. Anyone have a metric on that? No? Well, let me just tell you that the hubs and I went out to dinner last weekend and made two fascinating discoveries: When we go out at normal dinner time to one of our favorite neighborhood’ish joints, CELEBRITIES ARE THERE; and the manager of said MIDDLE AGE CELEBRITY HANG OUT has celiac. If that’s not a win, I can’t help you.
So we rolled up to Black Market Liquor Bar in our Altima, valet’d, took a seat at the tall tables (which I totally hate, and was a bit resentful until I realized we didn’t have a reservation and Ducky was occupying the normal table next to me. Love Ducky. Would have been the weird girl to hook up with Ducky at the prom. #duh) and went on to throw back the whiskey drinks. Which are inventive, and crazy good, as well as being gluten-free. Although one whiskey drink has a beer factor (which is clearly marked on the menu) so skip that action.
Of course once it came time to order I was looking over the seasonal menu of artisanal cheeses and ahi tuna, and started to sweat it a little bit as it appeared that gluten was on the side of most dishes. Yes, we did consider leaving even after we noticed that guy from “Wings” embracing Will from “Will & Grace” but wow, am I glad I stayed put and asked the waiter about the gluten-free options available. That dude came back with this -
Not only fully marked, but warning signs on dishes that, while gluten-free, had the possibility of cross-contamination. Solid. My pictures may be dark and blurry, because clearly it is not only a Hollywood hang out, but a Hollywood hang out for men in their 50s—so you know, flattering lighting—but that amazing dish you see above is my Kurobuta pork cheek, creamed polenta mushrooms, and pickled shallots. I was also able to enjoy some of that ahi tuna I mentioned earlier, a lovely kale salad, and a BBQ short rib situation. Yes, droooooool.
It’s always fab if someone employed by the restaurant you’re chowing down in also has the celiac. Not that I’m not suggesting that every restaurant hire a celiac (yes I am), but I felt so incredibly safe while still dining all “hot restaurant in LA.” That’s rare, and it was freaking awesome. I’m banking on Mr. Belevdere showing up the next time I hit Black Market Liquor Bar. Unless he’s dead. Is Mr. Belvedere dead?