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THE NEW REPUBLIQUE

October 11, 2015

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Marco Pierre White ominously survey’s the scene. A nod to the resto’s French fare.

The title of this post is a little dishonest, Republique isn’t new, it’s been open since December 2013. I named this piece “The New Republique” because the restaurant forever changed L.A. brunch for me. It’s a new dawn, a new day, and I’m feeling good. The restaurant is well known for its gorgeous interior and delicious food and it’s been one of L.A.’s hottest dinner spots since it opened. All that hype is merited and, thanks to a great bar, come suppertime it is definitely one of my favorite solo hangs (see my post on the adventures of dining alone in a big city). Tearing into their homemade baguette, smothering it with salted Normandy butter and submerging it in a hot pan of fresh grill drippings is the kind of pleasure I describe using words usually reserved for sex. Marco Pierre White would be proud.

pieAll that being said, the meal that changed my life at Republique was brunch. Firstly, to order it you must line up along a counter containing an array of baked goods that would make Betty Crocker blush. The baking here is shameless: sexy, butter-filled, gooey, sticky, sugary and unapologetically abundant. In a city that prides itself on demonizing carbs of any kind, Republique seems to be suggesting that anyone who truly loves food will want to add a freshly-baked brioche or salted chocolate tart to their brunch order, “Live a little, we dare you.”

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Crispy yet chewy chocolate chip and gooey double chocolate cookies.

Secondly, the brunch menu has all the indulgent dishes you could want: European-style soft scrambled eggs with bacon or slabs of thick cut pork-belly, mushroom toast on thick cut sourdough bread, shakshouka, brioche French-toast and on and on and on. Even the coffee says “we take nothing for granted” – it comes in a French-press served with beautiful earthenware pottery.

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My favorite bread to take home.

My favorite bread to take home.

The truth is, there could be a ‘thirdly’ and a ‘fourthly’ and probably a ‘twentiethly’ reason to eat brunch here and this could be one of my longest blog posts to date. However, instead of trying to inundate you with drool-worthy descriptions of dish after dish, I’m simply going to leave you with this: their most famous dessert is a three layer salted caramel chocolate cake and it’s the kind of cake you fight with your partner over if you awaken to discover they ate it all while you were still asleep (please tell me I’m not alone in this…). I stand in line, order my food, my bread and other to-go goodies, and I always, always, end up ordering a slice of that chocolate cake with my brunch; Republique has it ready first thing in the morning, they know that even in L.A., their clientele will eat it for breakfast.♥

Republique
624 South La Brea Avenue,
Los Angeles, CA 90036
310.362.6115

 

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TABLE FOR ONE

September 3, 2014

A common view for me - the empty chair across the table.

A common view for me – the empty chair across the table.

Perhaps it’s because I was raised an only child or maybe it’s the gypsy heart in me but whatever the reason, I have always loved going out for a meal on my own.

Eating alone at a restaurant takes courage. Even as a seasoned soloist I still find myself having the occasional bout of insecurity as the hostess leads me to my table for one. Will people think I got stood up? Do they think I don’t have any friends? Oh GOD…will people think I’m hoping to be hit on?!

The only place where I am truly immune from these fears is New York City where I am mercifully not an anomaly. In my, now native, Los Angeles however, you’d think no one had ever seen a woman eat alone before. Dine solo at a cool spot on a busy night and the reactions multiply exponentially. On the bright side, I’ve lost count of the amount of free drinks I’ve been sent and have even gone to pay the bill a few times to find a stranger has “taken care of it.” Presumably they do this out of pity but hell, I just scored a free meal!

On the off chance that you find yourself needing to grab a bite sans back-up, here are a few helpful hints I’ve picked up along the way:

*Sit at the bar. Being alone at the bar is way less conspicuous and a good place to start if you don’t normally eat alone and aren’t particularly comfortable.

*Bring a book. A book on the table says, “I didn’t get stood up, I knew I was going to be alone.” I used to actually read a book even when I didn’t want to, just to take the sting off the “that poor girl’s eating by herself” looks. That eventually became just placing it visibly on the table, and now I don’t bring one at all (unless of course I genuinely want to read).

*When a place is busy don’t be picky. In my experience being friendly and easy to seat makes a host/hostess more inclined to find you a good spot. Sometimes I end up cramped at the end of the bar and sometimes I find myself being led past other wait-listers to a prime bar stool or table.

*Look nice. This may seem superficial and that’s because it is. I simply feel more comfortable eating alone if I’m lookin’ sharp. I mean, someone who dresses that cool could only be eating alone by choice, right?

*Have a fully charged phone battery. Like me, you might hate the idea of texting or doing sudoku while you eat but trust me, if insecurity hits there is no better pacifier than looking busy on your phone. Just don’t talk on the phone the whole time- people will hate you and I can’t disagree with them.

*Talk to your waiter/waitress. Not as a crutch or in a needy “I’m alone way” but just because how often do you really get to? Now, they might not want to engage with you and that’s fine but in my experience (both as a waitress and as a customer), staff is generally used to being treated as such, and any real human connection is appreciated. I have incredibly fond memories of getting to know the wait staff at my neighborhood haunt or late nights spent drinking in foreign cities with awesome servers who go unappreciated by hurried tourists.

Over the years I’ve come to realize that there are people who are inherently at ease dining alone and those who aren’t. For those of you that are, you don’t need my encouragement but to those of you that aren’t I’ll offer this: Try it! As daunting as it may seem at first, the payoff is epic. Taking yourself out for a great meal can be a true delight. Also, you’ll never have a bad date ; ) ♥

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