Okay, I will say, up front that Dave LeFevre, Chef and owner of Manhattan Beach Post is a friend of mine. But his food is so exquisite that even if he were someone I found reprehensible, (e.g, any of the Kardashian clan), I would still rave about MBP.
We took a side trip from my daughter's school-based conference in Anaheim for a lovely stay in Manhattan Beach and to eat at Dave's restaurant. The place was packed and the crowd had a great, fun energy about them. In fact, at one point, we were admiring the table's food next to ours. One of the guys at the table held out a forkful of the dish my daughter was oohing and ahhhing over and insisted she take a bite. Total fun.
Dave is a masterful chef with a down-home attitude, a refreshing thing when so many chefs in the world of gourmet food tend to be a mite pretentious. He carves out a lot of his tables for walk-ins. His communal tables are a tribute to the neighborhood feast vibe he has perfected here at MBP.
And his food. Oh, his food. This was the only night of my life I wished I'd been born a cow. I needed multiple stomachs for all his delicious food. Between the dishes we ordered and the beautiful plates Dave sent out to us, I didn't want to stop eating. Some of our highlights--His roasted brussels sprouts are a thing of beauty, even if you don't like this sturdy little veggie, you will become a believer after a taste of MBP's brussels sprouts. The Farro was incredible. My husband loved the steamed mussels and the seared diver scallops with bacon butter, savoy cabbage and shitake mushrooms. My daughter and all of us really, couldn't get enough of MBP's famous Bacon Cheddar Buttermilk Biscuits with maple butter. We ordered two orders and somehow managed to eat every delicious crumb, even with our sad, lone overstuffed human stomachs. As for me, I literally licked the plate clean, (you can do that here, it's that fun), of confit pork belly on a bed of grilled asparagus with bernaise and a fried runny egg on top. I love pork belly, but I am very picky about it. This pork belly was sublime, plate-licking good.
We left there and walked back to our hotel, groaning but in food heaven. We had Dave's wonderful staff box up all our extras, because we couldn't bear to part with any of the deliciousness. For the next two days, we carried those boxes from hotel refrigerator to hotel refrigerator because we couldn't get enough.
I'm sad I live in Florida and can't eat at Manhattan Beach Post every week, every day, for that matter. If you're lucky enough to be anywhere near Manhattan Beach, get thee to the Post. Now. Like right now. Stop reading reviews and just go. You won't be sorry.
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