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Amazing Lamb at Santa Ana's Bistro 400

Music to Your Palate
An amazing lamb and a side of Moldy Peaches at Bistro 400

Through this doorway pass perfect Saturday evenings
John Gilhooley
Through this doorway pass perfect Saturday evenings
The Alfonso Garcia Trio supply an appetizing aural atmosphere
John Gilhooley
The Alfonso Garcia Trio supply an appetizing aural atmosphere

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Bistro 400

400 W. Fourth St.
Santa Ana, CA 92701

Category: Restaurant > Cajun

Region: Santa Ana

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I wasn't going to order the lamb, but when our server proclaimed it as "hands-down the best thing we do," how could I not? Cut into meaty teardrops, the caper-and-rosemary-crusted rack was broiled to a burnt-brown exterior with a core of crimson tenderness. I dragged each cutlet through the shimmering puddle of olive oil gathered on the plate before eating it bare-handed. But our server was only half right; the lamb made my meal, but it was a song that made my night.

Specifically, it was a cover of the Moldy Peaches' "Anyone Else But You," sung by a goateed Asian guy with a James Taylor-like delivery, accompanied by an acoustic guitarist whose face was obscured by a thick tousle of hair. Had I been at a concert, I would've held up a lighter. But this was Bistro 400, a cozy restaurant in the shadow of the Ronald Reagan Federal Building in downtown Santa Ana, where the two gents had a gig that night. So instead, I sipped my drink and slouched in my chair while I digested the lamb.

This, I thought, was as perfect a Saturday evening out as I've ever had.

We started dinner earlier, in a nearly empty room, grabbing a pair of seats near the performers as they were warming up. An appetizer of Bistro 400's G bread began our meal. For the dish, hearty baguettes were sliced lengthwise, toasted with a layer of Parmesan and doused with a garlicky cream sauce. We noticed that the longer the bread soaked up the liquid, the better it tasted. It was after our second bite that the guys belted out the first of many songs, complementing every course better than anything a sommelier could ever serve.

As we moved on to our Bistro Salads, they did Sinatra. Our heads swayed to the jazzy rhythm as our mouths munched on forkfuls of balsamic-dressed baby greens, dried cranberries, mandarin oranges, almonds and feta.

But it was my date's shrimp and scallop fettuccini that temporarily brought us out of our music-induced trance. Tangled up in the noodles was the sharp, lip-tingling hotness of chiles. We knew it wasn't going to be just a boring plate of pasta—after all, this was the same kitchen that produced a searing, Cajun-rubbed sugarcane shrimp skewer we had the night before. Still, I didn't think fettuccini would make me sweat.

Yet another surprise was the creamed spinach that was completely devoid of cream. As deeply green as saag paneer and as coarse as oatmeal, the side dish ate cleanly since it wasn't laden with fat. It became the perfect partner to an unctuous, braised osso bucco smothered in tomato sauce and onions.

Though no side dish could've saved the pan-seared Delmonico steak they called the Judge that I had on a previous visit. The verdict was clear: It was guilty of being a poorly seasoned, tough piece of meat.

Thankfully, the success of the lamb and the live music exonerated the restaurant from its steak crime. All I cared about was what to have for dessert—and what song our crooner was going to sing next.

We skipped a temptingly named chocolate Vesuvius for the fried Bananas Foster, in which a banana and some cheesecake were deep-fried inside a crepe. The dessert went down like a sweet chimichanga—decadent even before it was deep-fried, but now doubly so. We ate the last of it as our duo wrapped up another set and more people started to trickle in.

The new arrivals sat on the linen-covered tables, chatted at the bar underneath the brass chandelier, and milled outside on the patio, where twinkle lights sparkled in the trees.

As they were just starting their Saturday night, we were winding down ours, leaving with a doggie bag and still humming, "You're a part-time lover and a full-time friend/The monkey on your back is the latest trend/I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but youuuuu."

Bistro 400, 400 W. Fourth St., Santa Ana, (714) 543-9821; www.bistro400.com. Open Mon.-Thurs., 11 a.m.-9 p.m.; Fri., 11 a.m.-2 a.m.; Sat. 5 p.m.-2 a.m. Check website for a schedule of acts. Dinner for two, $60-$100, food only. Full bar.

 
  • Bob Myers 10/13/2010 10:54:00 PM

    Horrible experience. I was downtown and passed this place on the way to another lunch place recommended down the way. Should have never stopped. Saw the patio full out front and the word: "Bistro" on the front. OK. let's give it a try. Well, I should have known better when all they had on tap was Bud Light. I ordered a Newcastle in the bottle and it was warm, I looked at the waitress and pointed to the bottle, is this the coldest it gets, she says that is the way it is. Strike one! Then I go to order and choose the Blackened Catfish on a Baguette. They can't mess this one up. I also ask for the frites instead of the Sweet potato fries (no need to gamble here) About 15 minutes the waitress approaches me, I am thinking, what's going to happen now. She says, I forgot what you ordered and I never put your order in, what did you want? Strike two. I said give me the check for the warm beer and I will have lunch at my original destination. A few minutes later she delivers my food and says that she guesses that she did remember to order it? OK. So I look it over, Nice piece of Catfish, But not on a Baguette, but just the bottom of half of a tasteless commercial roll that even BK. would not serve. To top it off, I am now sitting there with no tableware or napkin to eat it with??? I call over another server and ask for a setup and also quiz them on the 1/4 roll versus the baguette promised. Oh, that is a "Tar-tine" an open faced sandwich, What about the Baguette, I ask. Well that's what we call the tasteless bread we serve it on. Truly disgruntled, I should have got up and left. But I was hungry, so I eat the Catfish, which was the only highlight. By the way, the so called "Frites" were just Tasteless Frozen Fries from some Food-service vendor. Now I am done, after eating the Fish and leaving everything else, including half a warm Newcastle. I ask for the check. Waitress asks me, How was it. I replied that it was the worst lunch in my memory. She says, I guess your having a bad day. I replied, that my day was fine until I walked in here. I mentioned that I looked forward to reviewing the place on Yelp, Urbanspoon, and Chowhound tomorrow. I paid, left a dollar for a tip, not sure why, other than to let here know I didn't forget her. It was apparent that this place is busy at lunch because it is near the courthouse and has a sidewalk patio and most patrons found it convenient and inviting. I also think that Bistro in the name fools others as well. Take a pass and head over to the Sandwich joint a few doors away.

 

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