Thank you Kelly for grabbing me by the ear and dragging me into The Ivy. Given the "hollywood" hype and the rumors of paparazzi lurking around every corner, I was a bit reluctant to dine here, assuming that the food would be mediocre, the service snooty and the atmosphere pretentious. I was right about one thing, there was definitely a lot of neck straining as diners carefully peered around the sunlit room, hoping to make a celebrity spotting. Luckily, I was wrong about everything else. The service was wonderful. We were seated right away, our waiter was very friendly and obviously very experienced. I was dissapointed to find that the menu was void of any exotic ingredients or unique flavor combinations, instead boasting common dishes such as grilled salmon and enchiladas. However, The Ivy's masterful execution of these dishes was impressive, to say the least. The crisp house salad topped with tender crab meat, the flawlessly seasoned crabcakes and the mouthwatering desserts were are all made to perfection. Kelly had a delicious pot of berry cobbler while I opted for the pecan bar a la mode. The decadent pecan bar, topped with homemade praline ice cream and a pot of freshly made chocolate fudge was nutty, buttery, not too sweet and yes, I'm going to say it....divine.
Verdict: Eat
