Feeling especially carnivorous last night, J and I decided to leave our little West Side bubble and hit up a restaurant we’ve been meaning to try for nearly two years now – Animal. Having had nearly 24 hours to work off a massive food coma, I think I can safely say that this was one of the best restaurant food experiences I’ve had in quite some time. But let me start where all things should – the beginning.
Yesterd
ay’s decision to dine at Animal was a last-minute one. We had originally planned to have dinner with some of J’s friends, who were in town for the wedding nuptials of some mutual business school friends (congrats again, LY and JM!!). When those plans fell through, we tossed around a few restaurant ideas, some on LA’s West Side, some not, before finally deciding on Animal at around 5:00 pm. J called to see if we could actually get a reservation, and, of course, their earliest reservation was for 10:30 – a bit late for two people still recovering from wedding fun. But, said the hostess, there is a first-come-first-served bar where you can order from the full dinner menu. Done, we thought.
We arrived at the restaurant just before 7:00 pm – a bit later than we had hoped, but it is LA, after all. As we put our name on the waiting list for the bar, we noticed that there were at least 3 empty tables. Hmmm, we thought. That’s interesting. We ordered a glass of wine each and stepped outside to wait for our spot at the tiny bar. Though the wine was quite delightful – a 2008 Mâcon-Fuissé from Domaine Cheveau – we waited 45 minutes for spots at the bar even though there were never fewer than 3 empty tables on the floor the entire night. The hostess was attentive, letting us know every so often how much longer she expected our wait to be, but it still struck us as odd that such a tiny restaurant would allow tables to sit empty while people are waiting outside.
Once we sat down, however, our backs to the half-full dining room, the experience immediately improved. The staff behind the
bar was friendly and relaxed, clearly enjoying themselves but not at the expense of the guests. We ordered a bottle of 2005 Paul Jeune Côtes du Ventoux from Château Valcombe, and although it needed a few minutes to open up, it proved to be a nice choice, with a fair amount of acidity to cut through what was sure to be one of the richest meals either of us had enjoyed in a while.
The menu at Animal is a selection of small plates that changes daily depending upon what’s in season. The focus is, of course, on meat (with a few seafood selections as well), so if you’re not a meat eater, go somewhere else and let the rest of us enjoy on your behalf. We had spent a fair amount of time combing through the Yelp reviews while we waited for our table, so we pretty much knew what our selections would be.
We started with the grilled octopus with chorizo and the melted petit basque with chorizo and grilled bread. The octopus had a fantastic char on the outside but was melt-in-the-mouth tender, though I’m not sure that the chorizo chunks added much to the dish. The melted petit basque (a kind of sheep’s milk cheese from the Pyrenees Mountains along the border between Spain and France) with chorizo was exactly what it sounds like – a ramekin filled with a layer of caramelized onions, a layer of thinly sliced Spanish-style chorizo, and a layer of bubbling cheese. Served with a few slices of crusty grilled bread (my fave!), this is a simple but decadent dish in which attention was clearly paid to both flavor and texture. Indeed, the sweetness of the onion plays perfectly off the saltiness of the chorizo while the crunch of the bread provides a perfect foil to the creaminess of the melted cheese.
Next, we tried the marrow bone with chimichurri sauce, also served with crusty grilled bread. This was, by far, my favorite dish of the night. The acid and spice in the chimichurri brighten the rich, decadent marrow and make this a truly unique dish. Amazing.
But that’s not all. Following the bone marrow, we moved on to the pork belly sandwiches, J’s favorite dish. Served on fantastically light brioche buns with a tangy slaw and a delicious vinegar-based barbecue sauce, the pork belly was perfectly cooked and just fell apart on the tongue. I was losing steam at this point in the meal, so J actually polished off about half of my sandwich.
Though we probably should have stopped with the sandwiches, we simply couldn’t skip the balsamic pork ribs, as I am a sucker for anything with balsamic vinegar, and I’m pretty sure J has an extra stomach for anything made of pork. I made it through one rib before I had to cry uncle, but J pretty much inhaled the other four. ‘Nuff said.
And, of course, though neither of us could have shoved another piece of food in our mouths if our lives depended on it, we ordered the bacon chocolate crunch bar – to go. A heavenly mix of creamy chocolate ganache and just a sprinkle of crunchy bacon, this is chocolate for the bacon lover.
All in all, J and I both agreed that Animal is, for our taste, one of the best restaurants in LA right now. Just be sure to make a reservation….
5 forks!!

Cheers!
