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Camphor
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Have you ever felt like you were inside of a disco ball? That’s what happens in the bathroom at Camphor, a mostly French, occasionally Southeast Asian restaurant in the Arts District that’s as surreal as you’d expect. Mirrors cover every wall, reflecting back infinite versions of yourself. There’s a heated bidet and three different types of liquids for your hands (scented and unscented soap, plus a silky soft lotion). And almost everything is either gold or silver. The bathroom is a bit over-the-top; precious and extravagant in a way that can feel uninteresting, like a perfectly pretty flower or a person with a Leo moon.
Camphor the restaurant works similarly. After one dinner, we described it to a friend as “shiny, expensive, and nice.” Which about sums it up. You’ll drink excellent cocktails infused with sage and spiced vanilla pineapple and eat soft, pungent cheeses. The word “exquisite” will probably spill out of your mouth. If you want someone to know you’re trying to impress them, come here to do it.
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If dining at hot, new restaurants is your sport of choice, you may feel a wave of déjà vu in the dining room. The space—very obviously—was once home to Nightshade, and décor-wise, not much has changed. There’s still that icy, jewelry box feel to it: velvet booths line the walls, marble tops tables, and meals arrive on antique serving ware. And the service is top-notch—drink orders are taken the moment you step in the door, food runners describe dishes in vivid detail, and if you happen to get the date wrong and arrive a week early (like we did once), the host will look for a way to seat you as if their life depends on it. You’re in good hands.
But let’s go back to “mostly French, occasionally Southeast Asian” food. What does that mean? Well, 90% of Camphor’s menu is typical of what you’d find at an upscale French bistro: baguettes served with funky cheese, asparagus in béarnaise sauce, and peppery steak au poivre. It’s the kind of traditionally executed food that will please even the pickiest of grandfathers and corporate executives who haven’t tried something new since the first-generation iPod.
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However, it’s in that non-traditional sliver, the other 10%, where our favorite Camphor dishes live. Many are inspired by the two chefs’ respective Southeast Asian and Indian upbringings, like lamb and lentils topped in a rich, creamy foam. Citrus-y beef tartare is served with a plate of scattered tempura herb leaves. Oh, and that gunpowder shrimp. You’ve got to order this. Deep-fried and coated in a spicy, burnt orange chili powder, these tiny shrimps pack a surprising amount of meat and, well, quite frankly, heat—popping and bursting in your mouth, just like the name ensures. Not everything is a hit (we found the chicken served au jus and other entrees particularly snoozy), but most dishes are made in that meticulous haute French style and taste perfectly acceptable.
Which might make you think Camphor is a date spot. That’s true. But look around and you’ll also see birthday parties, families, and older couples on, what seems like, quite charming double dates. Trust us, the bill will be high (did you really think using the bathroom inside of a disco ball would be cheap?), so prepare to drop around $150 per person, including drinks. It’s the perfect place to eat with people expecting lavishness and who still describe themselves as “gourmets.” Bring your wealthy aunt who loves to spoil you, or clients planning on using the corporate card. And definitely make use of all three liquids in the disco ball bathroom.
Food Rundown
Cocktails
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Gunpowder Shrimp
Bread
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Saucisson
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Beef Tartare
Garden Salad
Lamb & Lentils
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Chicken
Marzipan