Last night at a celebratory dinner at Capo, in Santa Monica, the menu almost made me sick. Yes, a “Jumbo Organic Lyon Artichoke” was listed at $24. I didn’t ask how it was prepared, but you’d think they’d mention a stuffing of foie gras or shavings of truffles on top if they were included.
I ordered a glass of Champagne, my husband ordered a martini and we toasted to our 15 years together. The obscene prices quickly became but a blur.
The Maryland crab torta sounded good, but I got a salad of romaine, grilled in the wood-burning oven salad and tossed with a delectable Caesar-y sort of dressing. Henry ordered bruschetta with burrata, shaved asparagus, a poached egg and black summer truffles shaving.
To avoid taking out a second mortgage, we didn’t order any wine. I had another glassa and so did Henry.
Then I had the Santa Barbara spot prawns, which were light and delicious, served with Italian beans (some of which were slightly undercooked). Henry had the veal chop and roasted vegetables. We’re not big dessert people, but we enjoyed a few nibbles from the complimentary plate of petits fours that was brought out with Henry’s espresso.
The service was impeccable. I really liked our waiter, a well-spoken and charming young woman. The tiny restaurant was packed with, it seemed, people celebrating special occasions. And it’s the perfect place to do so.
1810 Ocean Avenue, Santa Monica