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Crying of Lot 1
Ladies and gentlemen, he has left the building.
Bright and shining culinary star Josef Centeno set hearts fluttering and mouths drooling—especially mine—when he showed up behind the stove at Lot 1, what looked to be Echo Park’s answer to fine dining.
But he’s already out. Gone. Fled. And it’s devastating. No, I’m not exaggerating. The restaurant will not—there’s no way—be the same without him. Centeno is innovative and brought something new to the Eastside. Plus, he’s a hottie, and the more cute chefs in my hood, the better.
IMHO, Lot 1 owner Eileen Leslie just didn’t know what a good thing she had going. Sure, I’m more than a little biased. It’s hard not to be when, from day one, there were some serious F.O.H. issues. No one would answer the phone or confirm reservations. One night, my date wouldn’t stop kvetching about Leslie’s perfume. And, uh, I know firsthand how she deals with media. (Be nice to photogs—they’re here to make your shizz look good.) Even so, I was obsessed with Lot 1. Obsessed! The food was just that good.
Centeno says he’s taking a break from cooking, but I just may have a read on his next moves. (Why yes, you can find out more in Metromix next week.) As long as he doesn’t leave L.A., I can live with him leaving Lot 1—neighborhood loss though it may be.
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