So I was on my way to Sugarfish when I walked by this nice wood/glass/shiny metal building that seemed super cute. I made a mental note (La Brea and somethingsomething) to find out what it was, but then forgot. I remembered real quick when I met my friend in front of Sugarfish and they were all, “It’s an hour-and-a-half wait.”
Moms don’t play that. I mentioned that I’d seen a potential hipster joint, and my friend said, “Oh yeah, it’s great. Let’s see if you can eat there.” Turns out, that was a freaking great move.
Odys & Penelope know their gluten-free business. They also know farm-to-table, local and all that. It’s dang good. Also, I think Odys & Penelope are GREAT baby names. In fact, I’m pretty sure I know both and wow, cute names.
It’s entirely possible this is just my own insecurity and shame talking, but what just happened with all of these people being nice to me? After my (very competent) waiter explained all of the gluten-free options, the hostess came over to apologize because when I told her I had celiac and needed to know if I would be safe eating gluten-free, she had not immediately informed our waiter. So if I had “any more questions” or needed anything else, to please let her know. Incidentally, this was after mad reassurances that the entire staff had been trained in gluten-free dining.
I don’t want to get weird or ungrateful here—because let’s face it, I’ll be back to Odys & Penelope given my experience—but what the holy hell is going on? Everyone who is gluten-free should run, not walk, to Odys & Penelope because they’ve got that shit on lock down. But I can’t help but wonder, why?
So, yeah, totally go here and have an amazing meal that’s also ridiculously safe. You’ll be thrilled. I know I’ll be back as many times as my bank account can support. It’s freaking fabulous. But I would love to hear from the owners, who had another amazing LA restaurant, why they’re doing this. I love it. I just want to know.