Chi Spacca was once one of my favorite restaurants in Los Angeles, a place I've visited at least twenty times over the years. Unfortunately, after my most recent experience, it's a restaurant I've decided I will not return to.
What feels most disappointing is not a single bad night, but a steady decline in quality that has become impossible to ignore. That decline, paired with oddly intrusive service and a transparent obsession with inflating the bill, made the evening feel less like hospitality and more like a performance, at times bordering on the comical.
The Salanova lettuce salad, once one of my favorites in the city, has changed entirely. It used to be vibrant and addictive, defined by bright citrus, fresh herbs, and a perfectly calibrated dressing. This version lacked herbaceousness, acidity, and energy, essentially a shadow of what made it memorable.
The focaccia arrived sloppy and poorly structured, more a greasy mess than the airy, olive-oil-perfumed bread it used to be. The cheese selection was wildly inconsistent: textures, seasoning, and quality varied from bite to bite, suggesting a lack of care or cohesion in execution.
The proteins were the most concerning. The branzino was undercooked, the short ribs were not only undercooked but also unpleasantly chewy, so much so that everyone at the table took one bite and left the rest untouched. The New York steak had an off-putting odor that suggested age or improper handling, making it difficult to enjoy with any confidence.
To be fair, the broccoli and endive salad was excellent bright, balanced, and one of the few dishes that showed the restraint and precision Chi Spacca used to be known for. There were several other items that fell into the "mediocre" category, but none that stood out positively beyond that.
Temperature was another recurring issue. While Chi Spacca has always leaned toward serving meats on the cooler side, this time most dishes arrived unacceptably cold, further diminishing already flawed preparations.
Service, however, is where the experience truly derailed. Our server displayed a strange, almost condescending personality throughout the night. At one point, when I confidently discussed my order having known this menu for years, he remarked that it would likely be "an underwhelming experience," implying we hadn't ordered enough. This was particularly baffling given the significant amount of untouched food left on the table.
Then there was the water. Somehow, our bill increased by $75 on bottled water alone for six people. Bottle after bottle appeared without request, refilled aggressively after every sip, as if it were a competition rather than a courtesy. It felt sneaky, unnecessary, and frankly insulting.
The bill totaled nearly $1,000 for six people, and the value simply wasn't there.
Dessert offered one final contrast: the coconut ice cream was the best bite of the night, clean, refreshing, and perfectly executed. The passion fruit dessert, on the other hand, was so unpleasant it went completely untouched.
I'm genuinely saddened to say this, but the restaurant I once loved has gone dead to me. What was once a destination now feels careless, overpriced, and disconnected from what made it special in the first place. The disappointment is real and unfortunately, lasting. read more