Cooks County is a solid attempt.
Like my single childhood third place trophy representing my five years in Karate when my 10 year old sister was kicking butt and getting 1st place ones left and right!
A few odd dishes exist which boast the chef’s creativity, we had the waitress give us a vocabulary lesson. “What the hell is a cardoon??”
Yet, Cooks County falls into a typical trap.
What stands out about this place?
It looks all right, the food is ok and the service is great.
Nothing for Bun Boy to talk about, which really pisses him off, as we all know.
The menu is just too random and nothing really leaps off the page, slaps you in the face and says “Order me, b*tch!
Sure, I ate lamb’s tongue for the first time.
I kissed a lamb and I liked it.
The spelt pretzel was ok.
The garbanzo and squash pancake was good. But kind of didn’t belong here. “Oh crap, we need to appease those damned vegetarians!”
The desserts actually looked awesome, but we didn’t feel up to any of them.
The restaurant housed at this location just last year was a solid attempt too. As was the one before….
8009 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90048