Delicious Spree LA to Z...Cinch
LAist is going on a delicious spree around LA from A to Z. This week, let's C. Today, Cinch Restaurant.
LAist's first time at Cinch was a miserable, frosty experience. The hostess was cold, our server was snobby and as slow as ice melting in the arctic. Even the temperature of the restaurant itself was cold and though we covered up, we were hunched over and rubbing our hands together to keep warm. We don’t remember the food at all other than that it was very very expensive for *eh*.
But that was a long time ago, and LAist likes to give second chances. Perhaps the hostess has mellowed out, the staff stepped it up in pace, maybe the food has improved, and the thermostat had been re-set.
Cinch is two stories. Unless you know what you’re looking for, you might miss it because it is sign-less (very trendy). The restaurant’s dining room and main bar on the first floor, and then off to the side, there’s a small doorway that leads up a staircase to the second floor lounge and bar. It’s closed until 10 pm, after which, a large dark-suited, ear-pieced man checks ID. At first it was a clipboard list type of affair at the doorway to the lounge, but now they must have wised up to Westsiders’ impatience with such nonsense.