Pasta remains fucking perfect at Republique. One of the most addictive plates of pasta I have had in a while, foie gras stuffed caramelle. I literally licked the plate clean.
The chicken was alright, a bit on the dry side for me…guess I’ve been spoiled by Hatchet Hall’s chicken. The mustard and chicken jus sauce soaked into the kale was MONEY though. Insanely addictive. But for $38, for some reason I feel like the chicken itself should be able to shine…I guess sauces are king in French cooking though right?
I like that you can end a meal with a simple single scoop of ice cream at Republique though, and their olive oil ice cream is lovely. A bit on the firm side, which I quite enjoy, but also pliant and extraordinarily creamy, almost semifreddo-esque. Olive oil perfectly captured in essence, quite lovely.
I had two half glasses of wine and a cocktail and spent $155 for a single person though…man, Republique has to be one of the highest ticket places in LA. I can see why it’s not quite as popular as other places, they really gouge the fuck out of you for the quality. But then again, they do employ FOUR sommeliers, so by my estimation they are probably losing money…lol