Margot – And the Multi Year Search for a Coffee Table
Yes. We have a coffee table. It’s oval. Brown. Pleasant enough. A little scuffed. Every so often we decide to try and upgrade, very aware that means the side tables, maybe the lamps, will have to change. And the sofa set? Maybe that too. Yeah, that’s why we haven’t bought a new coffee table yet.
John suggested a Sunday run to Helms Bakery in L.A. Not for bread. It’s a giant converted industrial space from the 1920’s, at the edge of Culver City. Culver Studios, the Sony lot, various small production companies and loft spaces all are nearby, plus the adorable Culver City Main Street bar and restaurant area. Helms Bakery is a design center with furniture shops, eclectic collectibles and no doubt celebrity clients. We began with a fancy cup of tea from a kiosk, overpaid for a vintage rock and roll trivia book and prepared to browse. The vintage book booth manager had no single use bags so John took the book back to the car rather than carry it around. In the meantime I chatted with the manager and a customer with a cute little terrier. Emotional support animals are everywhere in L.A.
“Ratter?” I asked. The terrier looked just like a dog park regular whose owner discovered just how good a hunter hers was. That dog proudly brought a rat to her as she sat in her hot tub one night. Gradually she became aware of little glinting eyes throughout the bougainvillea surrounding the hot tub. As her screams subsided, the terrier really got to work.
“Oh yes”, said the other customer. “I bring her everywhere and on a trip to New York, she got loose during a walk one night and came back with a big rat.” I told the bougainvillea story. John returned as we said our goodbyes.
Fancy a rare wood block the size of a small country? Mmmm. No. We moved on to the man cave shop with giant leather couches and cleverly made bookcases. Did you want a chair built into what amounts to a cockpit? They have one. Another large section featured specialty teak wood that reminded me quite a lot of my parents’ Danish modern, but I would rally if John really, really liked it. He did not. Dodged a bullet there. The back room clearance area of nicked marble tops and whorled wood shiny finishes was a possibility. Still at least $1000, meaning really $10,500, what with an all new living room to match the rare wood table.
No Deal – Off to Margot!
Let’s eat instead. Drinks and upscale food will feel cheap by comparison!
Right on site there is a Father’s Office (stalwart fancy burgers, comfort food and drinks), a pasta joint where you line up and pick your sauce as disinterested staff serve you a la Subway, and a new bakery/breakfast spot with a long, permanent line outside. Said our tea server, “Oh that’s the shortest I have ever seen the line.” We opted to leave the compound and walk to a place we used to like.
Since we liked it, it could very well be closed. Let’s see, shall we?
Margot is at Platform, the little mall by the newish commuter rail line that connects the beach cities to downtown and beyond. Downstairs at the mall are typical curated shops – the ones that display 8-15 things and the clothes hang with lots of space around them. As in a fine art gallery. As in $700 sweatshirts.
Well, the restaurant is still there, with great drinks, tapas, crudo and a huge wide open space plus a patio. We’d been dealing with winds, so indoors we went. Above you see their fingerling potatoes with a house made paprika aioli and grilled asparagus (our favorite) with a stunning lemon/garlic ricotta cream. Naturally we had to have oysters. They were chilly, briney, fresh grated horseradish on the side, all you want in an oyster order, to the point that we almost cracked and ordered more. A little decadent, so we instead went for their albondigas in their own charred pepper tomato sauce. These pork meatballs were tender and spicy. When we have share plates, we measure how good something is by who fights for the last bite. It was a draw.
A solo waiter and one bartender were working the whole multi table space as no rush was expected before lunch on Sunday. We were patient, he was nice. I usually do a white wine without oak, butter or the grapefruit tang of a New Zealand sauvignon blanc. That’s surprisingly hard to find. In this case a dry Loire Muscadet was considered. The waiter brought a taste of Moroccan rose (thin, pass). The French Provencal rose was perfect. John did a vodka-based cucumber/mint cocktail called the Santorini, with a touch of something called mastiha. Turns out that is a resin-based Greek liqueur that gives a piney finish to drinks. He did not detect any Christmas candle flavor. Balanced was the report. And that was that for day drinking.
A really good food Sunday. We found it incredibly cute that each plate style was different. Homey plating with elevated food.
And no coffee table. Not even a $700 sweatshirt. But we have to go back to the west side, because IB Hospitality Group, which owns Margot, opened Juliet (our daughter’s name), a casual French fusion restaurant a few doors down. They also have Norah in West Hollywood. The mastermind of IB, I have since learned, is from Mumbai. How nice. L.A. gets the benefit of a world traveler who likes our weather and wants to feed us amazing food.
I admit I kinda like the table above…but how would the couch look with white Husky hair all over it?? And where do you put the remote and the tv for that matter??
Margot is at 8820 West Washington Boulevard Suite 301. Skip the Mexican and Italian joints downstairs and take the elevator up.