Agoura Hills is a hike (about 30 miles away from home in Santa Monica), so we got there a little early and grabbed a table for dinner. Aim 1) Snag a good table for a great view of the old boy (you have to eat dinner to get a coveted spot). Aim 2) fill up on steak and avoid concert growly belly.
Nice scenic drive on the way there
Unfortunately, the food was a bit of a letdown. We planned to share a main course but were told it would be an extra $25 charge to split a meal. Yowza. We ended up each picking from a pricey set menu.
Same starters all round - small green salad, pre-dressed with balsamic vinagrette. Nice enough, but very simple and plain. I also had a small glass of wine.
For my entree, I picked on the cheaper side of the menu and went for a lemon-caper chicken, which came with garlic mash and vegetables. The chicken was tasty and moist, but it was a pretty basic lemon cream recipe I could probably have made at home.
Joe ordered the prime rib and was left disappointed. It arrived lukewarm (although after waiting 40 minutes for it, we didn't want to send back) and the meat was a little tough, even for medium well done. Boo. Personally, I am never a big fan of prime rib (not much of a steak girl), but we can all appreciate a nice cut of meat. Sadly, this was not.
Dessert was included, but it was chocolate cake or nothing (as Eddie Izzard would say, literally cake or death). We chose cake. A nice chocolately end to the meal!
Luckily, Gordon Lightfoot put on a great show and saved me from being a sourpuss blogger who hates everything. Nice one, fella!
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