The restaurant, a surreal pleasure palace of melting-glass chandeliers, mirrored walls, and mismatched, weird furniture in the SLS Hotel in Beverly Hills, is as much known for its bar scene as it is for its molecular gastronomy–inspired tapas. Women in slinky minidresses were out in full force.




We dove right in with the most gimmicky-sounding thing on the menu: the restaurant’s signature $20 Caipirinha, made tableside, using billowing gusts of liquid nitrogen to freeze it to a slush that you eat with a spoon. But lo and behold, what seemed like pointless theatrics proved otherwise. The process gave the drink an otherworldly texture: cold, creamy, and velvety, with not a single ice crystal.
The massive menu was split into two sides: traditional tapas and experimental tapas. We stuck mostly to the nouveau side. First to arrive were a duo of tiny ice cream cones on a little stand, containing caviar. A few bites of salty goodness, but it would have been nice if the cone wrapper had been a bit crunchier.
Much more delightful was a dish described as a “Philly Cheese steak on air bread.” It was like an upscale Hot Pocket: thinly sliced, raw-seared beef topping a paper-thin pastry container filled with sharp cheddar fondue that spilled out when you took a bite. Who doesn’t love a little Cheese Whiz action?
Boneless chicken wings were breaded and deep-fried, served with a brilliant, smooth-green olive purée. One of the Bazaar's most popular dishes is one of its most simple: wrinkled little potatoes that have been cooked in a lot of salt so they appear dusty, served with green mojo dippin' sauce. Visually, the dish was beautiful: The potatoes were all different colors of fingerlings, so that they resembled multihued stones from a riverbed.
Though it didn’t sound appealing, we took our server’s suggestion and ordered the restaurant’s famous "foie gras cotton candy." Expecting spun sugar flavored with liver, we were happy to find it was actually vanilla-flavored cotton candy, served on a stick, hiding a cube of foie gras beneath. The dish worked remarkably well: The sensation of putting your mouth around a melting spider web of vanilla, then sinking your teeth into a surprise nugget of soft meat, was incredibly pleasurable.
For dessert, we were led to a different part of the restaurant, called the Patisserie. Our check followed us. Decorated like a femme pink and white candy shoppe, but with a touch of Tim Burton creepiness, it had an extensive menu, which included cookies, candies, ice cream, and bigger desserts. We went for a square-shaped lemon poppy seed cupcake, which arrived a bit too dense for our tastes, and another liquid nitrogen creation: a riff on the French dessert île flottante, or floating islands. Traditionally a meringue ball adrift in a shallow pool of crème anglaise, the Bazaar's version was a snow ball of coconut foam, the outside of which was frozen solid and, when cracked, revealed a flowing, creamy interior.
The Bazaar is easy to rip on—some Chowhounds scoff that it's an overpriced “Disneyland.” Yes, the experience of eating at the Bazaar is high-intensity, adult fantasyland bordering on cheesy. Describing it as a drug trip would not be incorrect, except with more food. Going to the bathroom, we felt like we might accidentally walk into a mirrored wall. A retail portion of the restaurant next to the Patisserie was filled with curio cases of gothy black plates with the seven deadly sins written on them in gold leaf, black lace panties, and $400 beeswax candles in the shape of hunky Greek gods.
However, we found it to be very good value. We tried (ahem) 14 different small plates, all of which were really good, and two desserts, for $153. At the end of our meal, we were stuffed, overstimulated, and already scheming on how we could get back to order all the other things we didn't try.



Caution! - Petty theft is thriving here!!
I actually used to enjoy coming here mostly for great food. Until the
night my purse was stolen from my table, by someone who was sitting
next to us with his group of friends. The security camera was right
above us. However, management refused to show me the tape, call the
police asap and try to track this person down via the credit card that
his...+READ
Caution! - Petty theft is thriving here!!
I actually used to enjoy coming here mostly for great food. Until the
night my purse was stolen from my table, by someone who was sitting
next to us with his group of friends. The security camera was right
above us. However, management refused to show me the tape, call the
police asap and try to track this person down via the credit card that
his table paid with. They were uncooperative and plainly uninterested
in resolving this issue and in helping me getting my property back --
my phone with all my contacts, different ID's, some cash and the keys
to my place. you can imagine of time and money I now have to spend to
try and renew all those things, however most of the business contacts
and information are forever lost. In 30-40 minutes after my property
was stolen I was forced to raise my voice several times to try to get
their attention, BEGGING them to call the police so the report can be
made and show me the tape from the camera. Well, guess what? They did
call cops, but on ME!! What????!!! Are you kidding me?! I'm the victim
here, not the criminal!!! In all this time they could have already
gotten this guys info from his or his friends payment info -- it was a
table of 4 or 5 guys not just one guy, call the police, make the
report and maybe help young girl who now has to break her door down or
at least call a locksmith for me, I mean something, right? But, I keep
forgetting that in the REAL world things are not so simple. So at the
end I did get that yellow paper that's called a "police report" in
which the following was written -- Suspect has taken the property and
fled into unknown direction... I guess folks, that's all I will ever
hear.. oh and I was told I was not allowed on premises anymore. I was
what?? Outraged?! You damn right I was! Wouldn't you be? and I guess I
should frame this yellow "glory paper" so it can remind me of the
"Protect and to serve" bitter sweet sentence.
Anyway, guys enjoy the food and hold on to your bags and your "rights"
, but you have to be aware of the fact that the second thing that
you're holding on to so tightly is only an illusion...
Bon Appetit!-COLLAPSE