You can't miss this spot: the exterior roof is topped like a birthday cake with a 60s era neon sign complete with an arrow pointing to the entrance. Walk in to a narrow, wood paneled room lined with low tables filled with chattering Los Angelenos, sipping on obscure and tasty beers and nibbling on organic yum yums from the kitchen. Hip but not overdone tunes jammed in the background, and people stood around the L-shaped bar under chalkboard menus, eagerly weighing their options of a Bruery Black Orchard Ale versus a Bear Republic Racer 5 IPA. Of course they have a wine selection, but the real treasure at Father's Office is the beers. Their motto, in fact, is Beer Makes You Strong.
The Big and Small plates offer something for almost every palate. Picky eaters beware though; the menu specifically states that no substitutions, modifications, alterations or deletions will be indulged. Yes. Really. Sobrasoda come out with heaps of manchego alongside plates of white anchovies (lonely no more!) and spicy lamb skewers. The organic beet salad burst with complementary ingredients, including a healthy serving of Cabrales Blue cheese and a kickin' Jerez vinaigrette.
The most talked-about dish on the menu is The Office Burger. Looking around at tables filled with slim and pretty men and women (this is LA), you might not expect to see too many plates of ground beef and a carb-load. Au contraire, my friends. On nearly every table sat a happy burger, and McDonald's this was not: on a thick (French bread?) bun with crunchy bits of Arugula sticking out from every angle, a thick patty sat medium rare on the inside and covered in caramelized onions, delightful bits of bacon, and nibbles of Gruyere and Maytag Blue. Is my envy showing through the computer screen yet?
Cannot wait to find myself in LA again, if only to nibble on that Burger. Yum yum yum.
