We got a compulsory outside The Ivy shot. I actually took this after lunch so I didn’t look super uncool. I couldn’t cramp my style before I got in.
I had an idea in my head that if I kept my sunglasses on the whole time and acted like a bigger diva than I already am that they might think I’m some kind of weird English/Asian celebrity. I didn’t help me when I realised I was sat next to Ming Bridges the whole time. I should have just opened up her Instagram and played off that.
The Ivy is small, crowded, and absolutely gorgeous. It looks like an old french country house, and the patio outside is full of white umbrellas and stunning roses.
We had to wait a little bit for our table, which wasn’t a problem, only there was just nowhere for us to stand and we felt like we kept being in people’s way. The beauty of waiting is that if you pretend to be a little annoyed, you can bag free things. However, I think we were too bloody peachy and excited to be at The Ivy that we weren’t frustrated at all, but they were sweet enough to start us off with a glass of free champagne.
That’s right everyone. Champagne. I’m a bad-ass bitch.
Look how pretty!
We couldn’t have been in a more gorgeous place for our Easter lunch.
And with the whole gang here.
As soon as the picture was taken, they got down to business with the menu. Thing’s were getting pretty serious.
On the weekends, The Ivy serves you scones, which is a little different to the standard bread at restaurants.
However, being (half) English, I’m a little bit of a scone snob. Actually, if you’ve lived in England, you’re definitely one too, you just haven’t realised it. And you probably won’t until you’ve been served scones in America. It came with jam, which was a bit like a raspberry purée, as well as butter. Butter? WHERE WAS MY CLOTTED CREAM? ARE THESE PEOPLE ANIMALS?
It was still good. Just not tea-at-the-Wolseley good. But who was thinking about tea when there was champs around?
And what better to go with champagne than a Seafood Platter to start off?
Oysters, Wild Santa Barbara Stone Crab Claws, and Tuna and Avocado Tartare.
And a cheeky glass of rosé. Not for me though, I was being a good girl.
Instead of people-watching, I found myself admiring every other drink at the restaurant. They all were absolutely gorgeous, which meant only one thing – I had to take a creepy stalker-cam photo. I’ve now realised why I didn’t see any famous people.
Ming had briefed me fully before we went to The Ivy. Everyone raved about two things: The grilled vegetable salads and the red velvet cake. Okay, no cake chat yet, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Although the dessert menu is obviously what everyone looks at first anyway.
The best part of the salad being one of the best things on the menu is that I could be super healthy and not mourn over the loss of a tripled-stack burger. Hello health! The Grilled Fresh Vegetable Salad came with asparagus, zucchini, corn, avocado, tomatoes, baby lettuce and scallions. Ming had hers with Mesquite Grilled Shrimp.
I got mine with Salmon, grilled in their lime seasoning.
I remember when I was 12 and I’d rather shoot myself in the foot than eat a salad. I think I’m still a little surprised when they taste so good, because this was delicious. Damn, Beverly Hills knows their salads.
Mama Bridges is one of those people who can eat whatever they want and stay the skinny little byatch that she is. She had the Fresh Wild Maine Lobster with Linguini, Fresh Tomatoes, Home-Grown Herbs and Spices. I was drooling…
Dad ordered the Fresh Wild Misty Point Oysters from Pope’s Bay, Virginia, which was a special that day. And shoe-string fries. So close to healthy Dad, so close.
Also, there for some reason was another plate of fries in the middle. We’re not really sure whose meal it came with, but it was there. It felt natural to me to lunge my body towards the plate, but I genuinely had to pause and hold myself back. Summer 2014 is on it’s way, and I’m sorry, but I refuse to be that girl on the beach in shorts and a top in a row full of girls in bikinis. Again.
This sadly meant I wasn’t up for dessert either. The table next to us ordered the Crème Brûlée and the famous Red Velvet Cake, which looked insanely good! God, I’m a food pervert.
No, no, no. Green tea please fill us up. How beautiful are the teapots and cups?
Bianca’s LA celebrity-spotting count: 0
I later found out that Simon Cowell and a chick from The Cheetah Girls (don’t judge me, I know you’ve seen it too) were amongst many who dined at The Ivy for Easter lunch. I need to step my game up.