Is there a group more obsessed with ineffective buzzwords than restaurants? Doubtful. Artisanal, sustainable, local, farm-to-table, gourmet, organic. These words are so dangerously undefined they serve no purpose except being entirely misleading. And then there’s the king of them all. A word so misused and overplayed by every person writing, cooking, or taking an Instagram of the nearest stalk, it’s basically devoid of any meaning whatsoever. Seasonal.
By my estimation there isn’t one restaurant I’ve been to that doesn’t claim that word somewhere on its menu. And Estrella is certainly guilty as charged. Except for one big, legitimate difference – Estrella actually backs it up.
No, I’m not just talking about Estrella’s food being in season. I’m talking about taking a bite of whatever dish you ordered at this West Hollywood spot and feeling like you’re eating the current season itself. What? Yes. Sliced figs, turkey chorizo, and pomegranate seeds on one plate. That tastes like autumn to me. And most importantly, it tastes phenomenal. The menu is fairly wide ranging, but anytime a place can pull off a hamachi crudo and angus burger in one sitting, it’s a good bet they know what they’re doing in the kitchen.
Estrella’s space is warm and eccentric. But despite the Laurel Canyon in the ’70s hippie vibes, Estrella isn’t necessarily a “casual” restaurant. It’s certainly not formal, but it is the kind of place you make a reservation. So do so.
Estrella’s most surprising aspect though? It’s open everyday at 8 a.m. for breakfast, giving this part of town the all day, non-hotel restaurant it needed. Weekend brunch with your friends, afternoon business meeting on the patio, or romantic date night in the evening – Estrella nails every occasion.
There are places that speak to our souls and whisper gently .. Welcome Home !
Estrella was surely one of them !!