I was not the one to fight for tickets to this pretentious, strictly for foodies ex-pizza joint turned dinner theatre, so can't comment on the thrill of the chase. Four of us showed up at the appointed minute and spent a strictly allotted two hours eating a meal of numerous amuse bouches and five tiny courses. Some plates were more successful than others, a tiny slice of poached turbot was delectable and who would have guessed that a dessert of fruit, ice cream, and meringue would benefit from a sprinkling of Parmesan cheese? But some of the strong favors fought with the wine and I hated the kelp with kimchee. Service was professional, ambience kept to a dull roar with a background of the chef's preferred hip hop music, but at a corner table we were able to converse. Would not go back, but was glad to experienced the "sophisticated" LA scene.