So, the holidays in Los Angeles are strange. It’s warm, the city takes on a strange, Walking Dead quality (meaning it empties out, and someone might bite you if you’re stupid enough to go into a store).
But there is one tradition that feeds so on-the-holiday-nose, you’ll get all the friggin’ cheer you can stand in one sitting.
Dinner at the Tam O’Shanter.
The Tam is pretty festive during the non-holidays. The servers are dressed like they live in a cuckoo clock (is that how you spell that?), the walls are lined with framed family tartans, there’s a ‘Steak and Ale Bar’ (where Hubs had part of his bachelor party, I’m told), and the average age of the crowd is 150.
But come holiday time, in addition to the massive tree, cozy fireplace, and tinsel/garland/holly explosion, there are wandering carolers in Dickensian dress, regaling diners with all manner of holiday madrigal – and those diners are DRESSED TO THE NINES. But they’re still 150 years old, and for some reason they bring shopping bags full of wrapped gifts, which make it impossible to navigate between tables, nevermind dodging the carolers… But seriously, it’s awesome.
And then, there’s the food.
The Tam prides itself on its Moscow Mule, which comes in an icy cold pewter mug, and is all gingery and lip-smacking. It’s also famous, as it is a Lawry’s establishment, for its prime rib. After flirting with the idea of goose, I stuck with the classic – opting for the California Cut, ‘a smaller portion for lighter appetites’. Of course, I also had sizzling mushrooms in garlic and parsley butter, mashed potatoes and gravy, creamed spinach, yorkshire pudding, most of a side of mac & cheese, at least one glass of wine, and a chocolate soufflé for dessert – so let’s keep that light appetite in perspective.
You can see Hubs’s Toad in the Hole across the way, accompanied by some steamed vegetables. (Wuss).
We rolled out of there plump and happy, having joined the frequent eaters’ club (or whatever it’s called), and swearing to come back for pub trivia super soon.
Aaaaaaaaand now I’m starving.