Showing posts with label restaurant review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label restaurant review. Show all posts

Sunday, August 16, 2009

118 Degrees Restaurant, Costa Mesa

It's been ages since I've updated this blog, and speaking of ages, midlife keeps rolling steadily along. Today we celebrated my 43rd birthday two days early with a visit to my current favorite restaurant, 118 Degrees.

Here's Jezebel, Christina and I in the backseat on the way to the restaurant:


The tone for 118 Degrees is set right from the moment you enter the parking lot, where each space is adorned with phrases like "Remain Calm" and "Simplify."
The first time I went there, I didn't look closely and thought they were reserved parking spots. Clearly, I need to learn to "pay attention" and "be present."

Here's a photo of the family outside the restaurant (that really didn't need a caption, but there you go).


Although it is a raw restaurant, they do serve coffee. One intriguing concoction combined coffee with cacao, cayenne and lime. Christina and Di opted for plain coffee with hemp milk. As you can see, the hemp milk captivated Di first with its swirling patterns and then with its taste. She ended up swigging it straight from the pitcher.


Jezebel ordered this cacao drizzled buckwheat cereal in nut milk. As she put it, "If you see chocolate, eat it." Well said.


I ordered the same appetizer and entree I'd had on my previous visit, the "Fried" Avocado Mini Tostada (Crispy Buckwheat Shell, Spicy Peppita Sauce, Chopped Spinach, Cilantro, Corn and Fried Avocado) and the Living Lasagna (Layers of Marinated Italian Vegetables, Creamy Ricotta and Sweet Basil Marinara. Topped with Crispy Tomato). Unfortunately I kept forgetting to take a photo before I dug into them.


Di had fondue for dessert and I ordered the Pecan Chai Truffles. To apply Jezebel's profound depth and wisdom: "If you see truffles, eat them."


On our way out, we snapped this photo of Di and Christina. Di indulged so thoroughly that Christina was heard to comment during the meal, "I don't think it's your birthday Sandra, it's Di's."

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Tending Mind, Body and Spirit in the City of Sin

Awash in neon lights, topless reviews and casinos, you might think Las Vegas an odd destination for someone in search of rejuvenation, but you’d be wrong.  Its decadence extends not just to more prurient pursuits but to its lavish spas.  


Midweek hotel rates are remarkably inexpensive, and we landed a nearly 800 square foot suite at the Luxor for only $125 a night (regular rooms are only $60 a night). The Luxor, mind you, is old by strip standards, having been open since 1993, so you’ll find nicks in your coffee table and hallway carpets that have seen better days.  But what our suite lacked for in pristine newness it more than made up for with its spaciousness and the Jacuzzi tub positioned right next to the angled window of our pyramid room.  The Luxor also benefits from being a walkway away from the lower end Excalibur hotel and the higher end Mandalay Bay/THEhotel complex, providing dining and entertainment options at all ends of the spectrum.  Our deal also included a $25 spa credit and a $20 meal credit.   

 

Luxor Hotel Pyramid Spa Suite


If you’re looking for something less spacious but more ritzy at around the same price, you can get a smaller 500 square foot room at the Four Seasons hotel (located on the top floor of Mandalay Bay).   While your room will be smaller, you’ll be treated to poolside service that includes hovering “attendants nearby with an Evian spritz, fresh fruit, and chilled water.”  As a gaming-free hotel, it’s ideal for families and those of us who don’t like to gamble.  Plus, by staying at the Four Seasons, you’ll also have access to Mandalay Bay’s pool complex which includes wave pools and lazy rivers.

On previous trips I’d experienced the spas at Mandalay Bay, THEhotel, Luxor, and Red Rock, so this time I wanted to try something different.  On our first day, my husband dropped me off at the Canyon Ranch SpaClub at the Venetian/Palazzo hotel (he took my daughter for a visit to Circus Circus while I luxuriated).  I was lured by online descriptions of Canyon Ranch, which listed the following features:

 

  • Conservatory - Intimate seating, music, fresh fruit and hot and cold beverages. A gracious gathering space for relaxation
  • Salt Grotto - Bracing sea air washes over heated benches and intimate seating niches surrounding a fountain bubbling over natural salt rocks
  • Wave Room - A multi-sensory experience simulating the look, smell and feel of breaking waves under a domed canopy
  • Crystal Steam Room - Cleansing aromatic steam environment with a large central crystal to inspire and focus meditation
  • Experiential Rains - Invigorating, multi-sensory cooling showers. Select Polar Mist, Atlantic Storm or Caribbean Monsoon (with thunder and lightning effects.)
  • Finnish Sauna - A classic Finnish dry-heat sauna environment lit by colored light refracted by crystals
  • Herbal Laconium - A beautiful environment provides gentle warming of the body through warm, herbal infused steam
  • HydroSpa - A variety of massage fountains provide gentle massage. Radiant lounge chairs designed for relaxation surround the fountains
  • Igloo - Cool air and three Arctic mist experiences enhanced by twinkling fiber optics
A spa day pass, without any services, cost me $40.   There was plenty to keep me occupied and soothed for my five hour visit, but I must admit that several of the features didn’t live up to what I’d imagined them to be based on their descriptions.  The HydroSpa was nothing more than an average Jacuzzi,  I didn’t feel any “bracing sea breezes” in the Salt Grotto, and I certainly didn’t smell any herbal infusions in the steam of the Herbal Laconium.  One feature was, at first, the most disappointing, but then oddly won me over.  I’d imagined the Wave Room to have an actual wave pool, but in actuality it was a dark indoor room with waves projected onto the ceiling while (mostly) soothing music played.   I sat in comfy reclining chairs while looking upward and soon found myself fully immersed in the experience.  In all, I went back to the Wave Room three times that day.  I only left when the musical tracks cycled around each time to a song that sounded like a symphony of lawnmowers conducted by a barking Chihuahua.  Not soothing.  In all, the gimmicky Canyon Ranch SpaClub felt a bit like an amusement park for stressed out adults – definitely worth experiencing once, but next time I’ll return to my favorite, the Mandalay Bay Spa where I feel like a noble luxuriating in an ancient Roman bathhouse (or at least what I imagine that might have been like).  

 

Spa Mandalay

 

On my second day in Vegas, I’d scheduled an appointment for a Coconut Sugar Scrub at the Luxor’s Nurture Spa (formerly the Oasis Spa – it’s the same in every way except the name).   We had that $25 spa credit after all, and that would be applied to their already discounted price for the 50 minute service, $80.00.  Even without the credit, it was much less than what it would cost for a similar service at Canyon Ranch or Mandalay Bay.   I arrived a bit early to enjoy Nurture’s Jacuzzi and steam room (which unlike the Herbal Laconium, did have a strong eucalyptus scent), but without a cold plunge or “Polar Mist” to cool me down, there wasn’t a great likelihood I’d be able to kill 5 hours there.   At my appointed time, I was escorted to a separate waiting area where my therapist would retrieve me.  Fifteen minutes passed, then 30 before I ventured out to inquire.  Another ten minutes passed before I was informed by the spa manager that my therapist had disappeared without telling anyone.  Eager to make amends, she offered me the same service the next morning for 50% off – with my $25 credit, that would bring my service down to $15 plus tip.   I thanked the manager, silently adding thanks to my therapist for being a flake, and returned the next morning for more soaking, steaming and the long awaited coconut scrub before our drive home.  

On the way into and out of town, we stopped by the vegan and mostly raw Go Raw CafĂ©, located in a strip mall a few miles from the strip.   Each time, I ate a meal there and took one with me to eat later, sampling their Enchilada plate, Mediterranean Pizza, Vegi-cotti, and Kookies and Kream smoothie (which featured raw cacao nibs in a banana/coconut blend).   Of these meals, the Mediterranean Pizza was the only one I wasn’t thrilled with – it was good, but would more accurately be described as salad on a cracker.  The Enchilada plate, which I ordered twice, was by far my favorite, consisting of "soft tortilla enchiladas topped with salsa, sour dream, guacamole, & spicy red sauce.  Served with yam rice, ‘beans,’ guacamole, & flax crackers." If I had a restaurant like this one near me, I’d be in heaven.  This place would draw me back to Vegas even without the spas.

Upon returning to Pomona, I found that somewhere amidst all that public soaking, steaming and healthy living, I had picked up a rather nasty cold.   Turns out what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas after all, so spa with caution.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Days Eleven, Twelve and into Thirteen

I had been mostly raw for the last several days until yesterday when I got together with my friend Michael for dinner. Michael is also a vegetarian, so while I knew that we might not go an entirely raw place, we'd inevitably end up someplace wonderful, which we did. I had a vegan meal at a new place called "Stuff I Eat" in Inglewood not far from where he lives.

I had the $10 Lunch Burrito (seasoned tofu, black beans, wild rice, savory sauce, fresh salsa, guacamole and mixed greens). It also came with a side salad and a few chips. The burrito was fabulous, although the tortilla seemed to have been pan-fried slightly which made it a bit oilier than I would have liked. I also drank a bottled superfood drink that I don't recall the name of (at $6 a pop I certainly hope it was packed with nutritional power because it was kind of bland, but I can't blame the restaurant for that since they didn't actually make it). We topped off the meal with a slice of raw berry pie ($7), which was utterly delicious(it tasted like one I've made in the past with cashews and coconut butter as the base). The atmosphere was charming and down to earth and the people were friendly, so I highly recommend the place overall -- but bring cash, they don't accept plastic! (I had to run down the street to the ATM at B of A so we had enough for dessert, which was certainly a good move but cost me a $3 fee)

I've been throwing whole bags of spinach into my smoothies lately (unless my daughter is sharing -- it still tastes a bit too green for her to really enjoy I think; we'll work up to it). I've found that the tastiest balance for me seems to be a bag of spinach (6 oz.), a banana, the juice of one lemon, and some water. I was putting mangoes, pears, papayas and other fruits into my smoothies, but the result seemed to be that the really distinct flavors of these fruits were getting lost in the overall mix. Now I save those for snacking alone. The problem with smoothies is that I don't find them filling for very long, so I either have to eat frequently or pair them up with some "solids" -- generally something made with seeds or nuts. Maybe this will change over time, maybe it won't, but I don't think I'm overdoing the fat yet because I seem to be losing a bit of weight already after two weeks on this diet. Not a lot, but somewhere between 2 and 5 pounds (it's hard to say exactly given I have about a 2-3 pound fluctuation range from day to day, but the range itself has started centering itself on a lower number than it had before).

I'm still having trouble getting motivated in the morning without my usual treat of coffee, but that could result from a combination of factors: the lack of a caffeine-based jumpstart, the fact that I'm on sabbatical instead of my usual structured work schedule of waking to an alarm and getting to work by 7 am, the fact that I'm alone in the mornings (hubby and daughter don't tend to rouse until 11 or noon), etc. etc. Clearly I need to work on the psychological as well as the chemical/physical aspects of this: i.e., setting up some concrete tasks and routines for myself, establishing a new ritual. Of course I'm also inclined to wait on that and give myself a bit more respite and freedom, which is also part of what sabbatical is about.

Here's what I've been putting into my body for the past couple of days:

Day Eleven:


Day Twelve:


Day Thirteen: