The Ivy, perched glamorously on Robertson Blvd, is a legend of its own, nestled in the glittering tapestry of Los Angeles’ culinary scene. A haven for the who’s who of Hollywood, The Ivy has always been the place to see and be seen. Its idyllic flower-laden patio, the quaint charm of its dining room, and the paparazzi waiting outside to capture celebrities – it’s all part of the show.
Drenched in history, The Ivy is as much a part of LA's narrative as it is of its culinary lore. But let’s not be fooled by its stardom allure; The Ivy is more than just a backdrop for the next big tabloid story. Its culinary prowess is genuinely formidable, even if somewhat overshadowed by the blinding flashes of the paparazzi.
Expect to find your wallet significantly lighter after dining here, but the food, surprisingly, stands up to the steep price tag. Their secret spicy shrimp dish, an insider favorite known only to the initiated, is a fiery delight that dances on your palate with a heady mix of spices. Their consistent quality earns them praise, a rare feat in an industry where consistency is as elusive as a critic’s unqualified praise.
However, all that glitters is not gold. The service can sometimes feel as flighty as an ingénue vying for her first Oscar. And the loss of the complimentary champagne is a faded echo of the golden days pre-pandemic.
It’s a high-octane experience dining at The Ivy, but when it comes to our fork system, we have to serve a realistic score. Our verdict? A well-earned 3 out of 5 forks. The Ivy may have a few chips in its diamond encrusted crown, but its charm remains intact, as does its place in the annals of LA’s dining scene. It’s not just a restaurant, it’s an experience, one where you’re part of the LA story, if only for a meal.
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