Tuesday, February 25, 2014
La Palma Ristorante
And it has to be a buffet. A la carte just won't cut it.
La Palma, the selection of cheeses was pretty good, but the meats available were just mortadella, sliced honey ham and salami. It would've been nice to see a good Prosciuto or Serrano and maybe some thin-sliced chorizo. They did have a table-top full of lox garnished by two martini glasses full of red and black caviar. I was deeply grateful for that.
There was no shortage of cold salads, but the shrimp celery was disappointingly bland. The roast beef was pink and well-seasoned, but the eggs Benedict were overcooked and didn't offer the liquid gold loveliness that flows out of a pierced yolk. I hoped the Hollandaise sauce would provide redemption, but it was missing that distinctive kick of flavor.
The place is attractive enough. Its Mediterranean-columned structure is cozy and pleasantly decorated with romantic oil paintings. The major draw, though, is the outside courtyard. Small, intimate tables and lighted trees flanked by over-sized concrete planters filled with colorful flowers.
You see, most places that serve a brunch buffet will be at a disadvantage when John and I try them because we will always measure them against the restaurant that set the standard for us. It's called La Gloutonnerie, but I will leave this brunch tale for another time.
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