Not too many places can brag a 100-year history, but the long-standing Philippe The Original—most known for its French-Dip Sandwich—is an L.A. institution. Time hasn’t changed inside the Downtown standby where jumbo French toast—four halves of fluffy cinnamon-battered egg bread—is served alongside a cup of coffee and glass of O.J. for $4.95.
Don’t let the name fool you. With a chef who graduated magna cum laude from the school of Thomas Keller, this Brentwood heavyweight is nothing short of refined. The pimped-out version involves two extra-large slices of brioche topped with blueberry marmalade, Mascarpone lemon curd, chopped pecans and served alongside two strips of glorious thick-cut bacon. While we balked at the $14.50 tab, we’d happily splurge on the extravagant dish and eat lentils the rest of the week.
Philippe’s French toast takes us back to Mom’s; and she’d be proud of starting our day with a complete breakfast at a real steal to boot. But we couldn’t stop daydreaming about the decadent Farmshop version that stole our hearts (and wallets). We were wowed by the fluffy homemade brioche, and swooned over the lavish cream and market fresh fruit; it was love at first bite.