http://la.foodblogging.com/2005/12/03/underwhelmed-mon/ foodblogging los angeles Thu, 09 Feb 2012 11:31:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 http://la.foodblogging.com/2005/12/03/underwhelmed-mon/#comment-403660 vanessa Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:10:09 +0000 http://la.foodblogging.com/2005/12/03/underwhelmed-mon/#comment-403660 It’s Friday afternoon, in the middle of bustling Beverly Hills. The cars pile the streets and doctors and shoppers are milling about. None of this fazes me as I sit on the patio of Kassava under the straw umbrellas. Listening to the sounds of reggae transcends me to a place where nothing really matters and everything is irie. The thought of being on an island where the warm and breezy sun shines on my face, brings a feeling of ultimate peace. The waitress brings me some pineapple ginger juice and with one taste I’m immediately refreshed. The tangy tingling sensation of the juice, awaken your senses and sweeten your palette. I peruse the menu taking in all the options. Who would have known how many islands you could taste in one sitting? The choices varied from spinach patties to conch stew and passion fruit mousse all representing different tastes and styles from a number of different islands in the Caribbean. After wavering between the Oxtails and the Curry Goat I finally settled in on the Jerk Chicken. Anticipation of the savory meal made my mouth water. Before I could get too far into my state of daydreaming I took another sip of my delicious fruit juice. Not too long after I was entranced by the waitress walking down the steps with a steaming plate. It seemed like forever as I watched her every step. The closer she got to me the more my senses came alive with the aroma of the chicken attacking my nose. The blend of the food and the music created an experience that in today’s economic times was all the vacation I could afford. Before I took off to head back to the reality of 3rd st., I was treated to a dish of passion fruit mousse by the proprietor, Jessie Levostre. The smile on her face told me I was in for quite a treat. The first spoonful was absolute bliss. Its air fluff texture and sweet passionate taste was heaven here on earth. I had found an island oasis; right here in the middle of Beverly Hills and everything was irie. It’s Friday afternoon, in the middle of bustling Beverly Hills. The cars pile the streets and doctors and shoppers are milling about. None of this fazes me as I sit on the patio of Kassava under the straw umbrellas. Listening to the sounds of reggae transcends me to a place where nothing really matters and everything is irie. The thought of being on an island where the warm and breezy sun shines on my face, brings a feeling of ultimate peace. The waitress brings me some pineapple ginger juice and with one taste I’m immediately refreshed. The tangy tingling sensation of the juice, awaken your senses and sweeten your palette. I peruse the menu taking in all the options. Who would have known how many islands you could taste in one sitting? The choices varied from spinach patties to conch stew and passion fruit mousse all representing different tastes and styles from a number of different islands in the Caribbean. After wavering between the Oxtails and the Curry Goat I finally settled in on the Jerk Chicken. Anticipation of the savory meal made my mouth water. Before I could get too far into my state of daydreaming I took another sip of my delicious fruit juice. Not too long after I was entranced by the waitress walking down the steps with a steaming plate. It seemed like forever as I watched her every step. The closer she got to me the more my senses came alive with the aroma of the chicken attacking my nose. The blend of the food and the music created an experience that in today’s economic times was all the vacation I could afford. Before I took off to head back to the reality of 3rd st., I was treated to a dish of passion fruit mousse by the proprietor, Jessie Levostre. The smile on her face told me I was in for quite a treat. The first spoonful was absolute bliss. Its air fluff texture and sweet passionate taste was heaven here on earth. I had found an island oasis; right here in the middle of Beverly Hills and everything was irie.

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