This place is old school.
A school I was never granted acceptance into. And who’s tuition I could not afford.
However, this didn’t prevent me from devouring the best damn Spaghetti alla Bolognese I’ve ever had. Wow, was I impressed.
Animal lovers, don’t hate me. The sauce contained veal. I didn’t know! (a lie, I knew but thought the rich flavor was worth the suffering of an innocent….Not true at all!….I’m so torn!!)
OK, enough with the schizophrenia!
Madeo is filled with high rollers, head honcho’s, the wheeler’s and dealers. And this afternoon, my friend and I (my friend, the bread expert) were allowed access.
Now, I walk away from this slightly pretentious, good ole boys lunch with some high pasta praise. My friend, N.R. however, can only complain about the horrendous bread. I didn’t notice, I thought it was fine. My friend almost became visibly belligerent. I was ready to ask the 12 waitstaff on guard near our table for a blow dart sedative!
For the layman, at Madeo you’ll encounter a place for the rich folk, with very pleasant and plentiful waiters at your disposal, a nearly $30 plate of pasta (which only you will scoff at, as everyone else around you will be expensing theirs) and a basket of bread which you will probably like regardless what my semi-psychotic pal says.
8897 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90048
UPDATE: I just realized my picture portrays a tiny portion. This is not the case. I’m a big pig, and this was plenty. The plate was just the size of my car. It’s all relative, folks.