I recently found out that Hatfield’s in Los Angeles had closed down, so I figured I’d stop procrastinating and get my (now posthumous) review from 2014 up. Located on Melrose down the street from the Mozza restaurants, Hatfield’s had been a staple of the Los Angeles fine dining scene for 8 years, earning a Michelin star and a bunch of other awards. The mean thing to do would be to rant and rave about how amazing Hatfield’s was, knowing you’ll never be able to experience the top notch service, the unpretentious atmosphere, and the exquisite cuisine. Well, I’m going to do just that. Not because I’m cruel, but because it’s true. And also because I’m cruel. Did I mention they gave every patron a free massage as well as a bag of rare gold coins? You really should go. Oh wait, that’s right, you can’t.
Hatfield’s really was one of my favorite restaurants in Los Angeles though. Providence might reach higher highs, but the overall dining experience at Hatfield’s was more accessible, and it was easier to recommend because it didn’t have to be somebody’s anniversary or birthday to dine there. You could just go. Assuming, of course, that you’re rich. Plus, they created different tasting menus for men and women, so if you happened to bring a date of the opposite sex you could experience two tasting menus for the price of, uh, two tasting menus. You know what I mean.