The Henry Serves Up Sweet and Savory in West Hollywood

by Hiko Mitsuzuka (@TheFirstEcho)

PHOTO: Elizabeth Daniels

West Hollywood is no stranger to hotspots and delectable dishes.

But attention should be paid to The Henry on L.A.’s famed Robertson Boulevard (right across from The Ivy). Touted as “the greatest neighborhood restaurant,” it is the offspring of the original Phoenix location, nestled in the same Robertson Plaza space where The Newsroom once served smoothies and salads to Kitson-shopping Paris Hilton wannabes during the mid-aughts. In fact, if you look closely, you’ll see that founder Sam Fox (True Food Kitchen) and his designers have paid tribute to the former resident with a display of “vintage” magazines from the 90s and early 00s on the rear wall by the bar.

PHOTO: Elizabeth Daniels

As for the rest of the space, think: cozy French-American bistro circa the 1930s. One of my friends from Eater and I were already feeling the ambience as we settled into our booth and took sips from our Almost Naked Margaritas (a concoction of “casamigos blanco, lime, cointreau, passoã liqueur, and bar spoon honey”). The restaurant, as it turns out, does well for all occasions: afterwork drinks, loungey coffee dates, Sunday brunch on the wraparound patio, or power lunches and intimate dinners in the main room.

As for the food? “Craveable” is a word being used to describe the robust, all-day menu crafted to satiate any palate. The Henry prides itself on serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner — a meal, snack, or libation for any time of day.

Here’s a just one sampling that got us salivating: warm, salted pretzel bites dipped in black truffle cheese fondue, smashed avocado toast (yeah, we’re basic, but this side dish is anything but), short rib potstickers, a vegan sausage and potato hash that satisfied this meat lover, and a Korean prime skirt steak on a bed of double egg fried rice accented with pickled shiitake, mint, cilantro, and ginger.

And then, for dessert, we settled on a blueberry hand pie that was served with a lemon mascarpone and a scoop of housemade cornbread ice cream (let those words stay with you for a moment) and a warm croissant bread pudding with whiskey-soaked raisins, roasted pecans and caramel ice cream.

PHOTO: Elizabeth Daniels

Needless to say, we’re going back to conquer the rest of the menu.

For more info and to make reservations, visit the WeHo location’s site here.

About The Author

Hiko Mitsuzuka
Entertainment Editor-at-Large

Hiko Mitsuzuka is a self-proclaimed pop culture connoisseur who resides in L.A. and obsesses over songs months before everyone else obsesses over them. He has worked in TV and commercial production ever since he left his native New York in the early 00s. He has worked at the world-renowned Anonymous Content and Carsey-Werner and freelanced as a treatment writer for award-winning directors as well as a contributing writer for 'Instinct.' In addition to writing about entertainment and travel for 'Bello,' Hiko can currently be seen in the roles of Manager of Creative Planning at Stun Creative (PromaxBDA's North America Agency of the Year, 2013, 2014, 2017), film critic for ScreenPicks.com, and contributor for The Huffington Post. He's also currently working on the novel 'Slasher Movie Girl.' His obsessions include quoting old sitcom dialogue and stalking people on Instagram. His vices include chocolate chip cookies and movie theater popcorn. Tweet him @TheFirstEcho.

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