Millennials may have killed the retail market, but Brentwood’s brick-and-mortars stand strong in a world where online shopping reigns supreme.
It’s no surprise this wonderland of well-curated whimsy still caters to the deepest desires of all who dream of beauty, within and without, stomach-deep and skin-deep as well.
While I refuse to buy a candle that smells like anyone’s vagina and don’t cook well enough to indulge in kitchen comforts, there’s plenty of gourmet food for all, if you’re willing to pay the price for culinary gold.
Even on a Thursday, Farmshop requires a reservation and our early arrival has us waiting for our table. Only half the tables were occupied at any given time so I would have appreciated at least an offer to sit down and sip on some water.
The food is good. Great ingredients grind a grainy Avocado Hummus. Earthy chickpeas are sweetened by creamy avocado and finish with a chunky, nutty sprinkle of pistachio. Smear sumptuously upon strips of lavash for pre-meal perfection.
Pulp Fiction had the $5 milkshake, Farmshop has the $26 sandwich. The House Made Pastrami puts tender meat between two surprisingly smooth slices of rye, balanced by an ideal amount of kraut and the perfect punch of mustard. A sweet n’ tangy side of slaw is just right between bites.
Good, straightforward food, stuff you’ll feel good eating. You’ll leave full, not stuffed, at a cost that is not unsubstantial. A lovely place for a weekday treat or a weekend wandering but a bit too luxe for a regular stop.
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