San Francisco-based blogger Chris Ying has just posted part 2 of a three-part fictional review of our very own L2O, and it just gets better and better. In part one, we learned about the difficulty of getting a reservation:
Active Marines and particle physicists have long disagreed about almost everything. But on this they agree: the most difficult task known to man is getting a reservation at Ko in New York. Next to that? A reservation at L20. I searched for fourteen days for the sewer grate in Boys’ Town where reservation seekers are told to drop their business cards. No luck. I asked all around town. Doug from Hot Doug’s had eaten at L20, but he had been a guest of a more prominent culinary personality, and had dined—blindfolded—on the discarded carrot-tops and fish scales of the day’s prep work (these were revelatory, he said).
Now in part 2, our narrator has gained entry to an L2O satellite, “serving the same menu as that being served at L20, at a different location each night”:
At last, I had arrived. Here in the bare-walled confines of the Frontera Grill basement, all was possibility. What sort of masterful plays on traditional seafood dishes would Laurent Gras have in store for us. My mind raced as I thought of bouillabaises in pill form, and tiny kernels of rice-shaped tuna topped with rice foam.
Each of us was dressed in a fourteen-piece suit, as per the rotating dress code posted daily on the L20 Twitter feed.
But as we removed our coats, I noticed that everyone around us was dressed far more casually than us. I gingerly took a seat on my appointed bed of hepatitis-laden needles (intended to enforce good posture and a balanced gastrointestinal system, our waiter later informed us), and scanned the room more carefully. If this was an L20 satellite restaurant, then nobody here was aware of it. A creeping doubt took foothold in my balls.
A call in to Laurent Gras neither confirms nor denies the existence of this Frontera-based satellite restaurant. While we wait for the thrilling conclusion promised in the yet-unpublished Part 3, we encourage all of you to show up to Frontera in 14-piece suits and demand the L2O menu. Let us know how that goes.
L20: You can’t eat what you can’t see (Chicago 2/2) [Plebiscite]
L20: Just Eat It (Chicago 2/2 part II/III) [Plebiscite]
L2O [MenuPages]
L2O [Official Site]
