Dunkin’ Donuts Is Coming To California!

This just in…

DUNKIN DONUTS IS COMING TO CALIFORNIA!

Did I say that loud enough?

I grew up in Connecticut, and I started drinking coffee at Dunkin’ Donuts when I was in high school and my bus stop was right in front of one of their locations.  I’ve been a devotee of the chain ever since, and I visit one whenever I travel into DD territory.  My family ships me packages of their coffees.  I always hit the DD stand at Bradley International airport on the way back to California after a visit.

Hello, lover.

I have a Dunkin’ Donuts coffee cup Christmas ornament.  There are days when I pine for a DD fresh hot coffee:  medium hazelnut regular (with cream and sugar, in East-Coast-speak).

Today on the Dunkin’ Donuts website, CEO Nigel Travis announced the expansion of the franchise into California, with stores planned to open in 2015.  Even though that’s still a long way away, when I read this news, I felt faint with excitement.

“We are now actively seeking franchisees to open Dunkin’ Donuts restaurants in Los Angeles, Riverside, San Diego, San Bernadino, Ventura and Orange Counties in California,” says Travis.

Which one of you will be the first to open a Dunkin’ Donuts in the Conejo Valley?  Tell me.  I’ll be your best friend.

Four Seasons’ Lobby Lounge Says “Delicious” in Italian

For a special occasion, you could do a Sunday brunch.  To get authentic Italian food, you could go to an Italian restaurant.  Or even Italy.

But why bother with any of those things?  Right here in Westlake Village, the Four Seasons Hotel’s Lobby Lounge creates an Italian marketplace every Saturday night.  To encourage you to try everything on offer at their weekly Mercato Italiano, they offer a prix fixe menu and a varied and colorful array of different foods.

A marketplace buffet is laid out in a square in the middle of the Lobby Lounge, complete with umbrellas even though you’re all inside.  Along one edge is the salumi bar, where the chef puts the plates together and calls out “SALUMI!” when a plate is ready.  The salamis and pungent cheeses are brought to your table on slate slabs.  You can nosh on this while you nibble on the fresh bread served in little paper bags.

Continue along the right side of the square through the salads and antipasto bowls full of fresh market vegetables and freshly made pastas, to the bruschetta bar, where a server makes your bruschetta from scratch for you.

 

 

Take a left after the bruschetta to the pasta bar, which is reminiscent of an omelette bar at a brunch, except this is way better.  Any kind of pasta you want with your choice of toppings and sauces.  The butternut squash risotto was just the right combination of flavors, and used squash grown on the premises for the California Health and Longevity Institute.

And look at the wonder on my child’s face as he orders and receives that most wonderful of childhood delicacies…

…plain pasta with butter and parmesan cheese.  Look how happy!

Along the fourth edge of the square are the prepared entrees – you serve yourself here buffet-style.  A piping hot lasagna Bolognese, a tender pork loin dish, salmon nestled in pillowy mountains of garlic mashed potatoes, and lamb osso buco – something I had never tried before but looked so delicious I had to taste, and it indeed tasted just as good.  Come hungry to this meal, friends, because you’re going to want to taste everything.

The atmosphere of the evening is lively with Italian music playing loudly on the speakers, giving kids license to be their noisy selves.  Seatings are at 5pm and 7pm, so there is the early option for families with little ones.  Our kids enjoyed the bread and pasta and one of them even ate from the salumi plate, but the best part of the night for them was making pizzas with Chef Manny.

Along with salumi plates, bread, and beverages, the pizzas are brought to the table, and Chef Manny shouts the names of the pizzas as they leave his prep station so that the servers will come get the pie, walk it outside to the wood-fired oven, and return with a plate of delicious pizza.

This handcrafted artisan pizza has garlic aioli instead of tomato sauce, and is topped with butternut squash, spinach, and goat cheese.  Since our son made it, the taste was even more wonderful.  Of course, by the time it was done, the adults were filled with all of the other treats, and we still had to save room for dessert:

The gelato cart was serving up a variety of flavors.  We tried peanut butter and jelly, salted caramel, and pumpkin.  The PB&J was the grown-up favorite, while good old chocolate was a tried and true hit with the kids.  We also sampled the tiramisu (perfect) and one of each of the fancy tarts.  See that tray of shot glasses toward the middle of the bottom of the photo above?  Those glasses hold vanilla custard served in eggshells topped with tiny diced strawberries.

I was so delighted by the presentation that I forgot to get a close-up before I gobbled it down.

Also with dessert I tasted the special authentic limoncello that restaurant manager Massimo Cibelli told me is made from lemons grafted from Sorrento in Italy.  They are grown in Ventura, where the limoncello is made.  Served chilled, alone it is tart and powerful.  Poured over ice and mixed with sparkling wine, it would be a perfect dessert cocktail to sip by the pool in the summer.  Alas.

On this night it was snowing outside the Lobby Lounge.  It was manufactured snow, but it was snow nonetheless.  We shall have to return on a warmer evening and test my theory.

Executive Chef Mario Alcocer (below, left) conceived Mercato Italiano as a one-time special event, but it was so popular that the feature is now weekly with no end in sight.  The restaurant fills both seatings regularly, so reservations are recommended.

Not Italian, but very good with his delizioso.

Mercato Italiano happens every Saturday evening starting at 5:00 pm.  Prices are $45 for adults and $25 for children.  My family and I were guests of the hotel at this meal to facilitate this feature.

East Coast New Year’s Eve

Time is relative.  Lucky for beer drinkers, it’s always after noon somewhere, and the same idea applies to midnight on New Year’s Eve.  For us parents, at any hour of the evening it’s always midnight somewhere.  That means that we’re not forced to a) hire a babysitter, a nearly impossible task, to go out on the town and suffer until midnight before racing home to fall asleep as soon as possible, knowing that the kids will be awake at 6:30 AM no matter what time they went to bed or b) hang out at home, trying to put the kids to bed early so we can have a nice celebration of our own and possibly friends over for dinner, during which everyone will fall asleep on the couches anyway.

Our first New Year’s Eve as parents was celebrated in style:  a college friend of mine had her wedding celebration that night at rented mansion in Philadelphia.  There was an upstairs suite with two babysitters and several travel beds, so our 8-month-old got to party with us until his bedtime, and then miraculously he went to sleep under the diligent sitters’ watch.

Baby’s first New Year’s Eve, December 31, 2005

That was the last year that we celebrated in style.  For years after, it was a groggy “Happy New Year, honey” with a quick kiss, a sip of champagne, and falling asleep at 10PM.

A few years in a row we were invited to a family New Year’s Eve party by some Valley  friends.  Everyone was invited to bring their children and a dish to share.  Party favors were passed, champagne and sparkling apple cider was poured, and at 8:59 PM we all turned to the TV and watched the ball drop at midnight EST in New York City.  Families cheered and kissed, and shortly afterward, kids were buckled into carseats in their pajamas.

Now that we’re in the Bubble, we just invite people to our house for that experience.  This year, for the second time, we’ll be hosting a very casual gathering with one other family where we occupy the kids for a little while, the moms toast each other with vodka and cheap champagne, the ball drops, and everyone goes home or upstairs to bed.  I keep telling myself it’s just a season.  Someday we’ll party in style again.

Happy New Year!