Against all odds, not one, but two excellent hotel restaurants have opened in the last few months. First, we had the Bazaar by Jose Andres, the dynamic tapas restaurant in the new SLS Hotel at Beverly Hills. And now we have Fig in the Fairmont Miramar in Santa Monica.
OK, there's no ocean view: all the better to focus on chef Ray Garcia's cooking. Never heard of him? You will, because this young chef is doing something very interesting at Fig, a restaurant that doesn't feel like a hotel restaurant. Fig is not only convincing guests to stay in: Garcia is also drawing a local crowd for his bright California cooking.
Instead of a formal restaurant, the management has gone with a casual place that's part wine bar, part California bistro. With its high whitewashed wood ceiling and cheery orange and brown striped banquettes, the look is inviting and surprisingly cozy. A tall communal table sits beneath a wall covered in mismatched sunburst mirrors. On the semicircular zinc bar, cheeses are laid out in front of a fromager, or cheese guy, who's ready to tell all about the chevre and the blues, the charcuterie too, some of which is made by the chef. And instead of starchy linens, the napkin is a waffle-weave dish towel.
Eating at the bar is perfect if you're on your own, or a twosome. It's also kind of romantic, I found when I stopped in for a late dinner one night with two friends.
Ravenous, we started with a charcuterie plate that included Fra' Mani salumi, savory pork rillettes and rustic house-made pate (all of it good, though the quantity seemed a little mingy for the price). I couldn't help noticing the couple next to us flirting over Champagne and rich, unabashedly sensual triple creme. Whenever things got too intense, the gentleman would ask the fromager a question, or compliment him, once again, on the temperature of the cheeses. Eventually, there was a kiss. But funny thing, they weren't the only ones that night. Somebody else was smooching on the other side of the zinc bar. On that basis alone, I'd have to say it's a raging success.
I felt like a salad too, so I ordered the "blistered" Little Gem lettuce, a wonderful green that seems to combine the crispness of romaine with the flavor of a butter lettuce. I've only found it at the Santa Monica farmers market -- and then only occasionally. Served wilted and warm, with white anchovies draped over, it's delicious.
There's also a terrific version of curly endive salad with soft-poached egg and slivers of crispy pig's ear instead of bacon. (Another good choice is the warm fluffy quinoa salad dotted with baked butternut squash and toasted almonds.)
After that, steak frites, a menu category that includes three choices of meat: You take your pick. I chose the bavette -- the same cut you find in France when you order steak frites: It's a little chewy, but with good beefy flavor, and fairly inexpensive. Fig's bavette comes through with flying colors. Even better, though, are the skinny fries heaped next to the 8-ounce steak. They're crisp on the outside, fluffy inside and fried with baby sage leaves and a shower of parsley. (On another visit, I tried the entrecote, which is more marbled, and therefore quite tender.)
Green is the new gold. And so chefs and restaurateurs are busy trying to position themselves as being sustainable, organic, local or all three. At Fig, I do sense a real commitment to buying what's fresh and local. The bottom of the menu lists what has "just arrived," what is "in peak season" and what is "coming soon." It's a small thing, but it functions like a compass to orient diners to the season.
The restaurant even enlists a forager, whose name is , responsible for sourcing ingredients from local farms and the farmers market. Radical for a hotel restaurant.
Here, for example, lovely rose-and-white breakfast radishes garnish a starter of tongue braised to tenderness and served in a piquant tomatillo sauce. Or you can get primo Carlsbad oysters on the half shell, or a bowl of local mussels steamed in Chablis with a little tarragon.
A mini-baguette comes wrapped in a paper bag, with a crock of cool, perfectly salted arugula butter. Nine dollars buys a very nice tarte flambee (a thin-crusted Alsatian tart, something like a pizza) spread with fromage blanc (a light, fresh cheese) and lardons of bacon. It's all pretty good.
For the most part, prices are moderate for an upscale hotel dining room. A small French canning jar of house-cured pickles -- cauliflower florets, blond and orange carrots, cipollini onions and quartered artichokes -- is just $4, a whole trout entree with braised baby savoy cabbage, $20. Even the desserts are reasonable, not $12 or more, but $5 if you order cookies, $8 or $9 for the other choices.