For ages I had heard legendary things about the Apple Pie at the Apple Pan in Westwood. I could never quite bring myself to stopping in at the janky diner, though. When I finally did take the plunge, I was pleasantly surprised by the clean simplicity of the wrap around bar and stools. There were no gross brown tables (as I’d imagined, for some reason) and um, no females. Yea, I’d clearly entered a man’s watering hole and felt like a fish out of water amongst the beefy guys and their burgers.
I told the server that I’d heard they made a great Apple Pie- “The Best in the City” he responded with a nonchalant air. Hmm, we’ll see! The Apple Pie came swimming in it’s juices with a thin, crumbly crust, and a generous scoop of ice cream.
I eagerly dug my fork in, took a bite, and…. that’s it? That’s the Best Apple Pie in the city??? Where’re the fireworks? Where’s the heavenly roll of my eyes? Where’s the need for me to lick my plate clean, appetite or not? Don’t get me wrong, it was tasty, but not magic. The flavor had some spice, like Apple Cider, which was fine, but the biggest failing of this pie was it’s thin and uneventful crust. It just didn’t even compare to the GOLDEN CHERRY Apple Pie at Swingers Diner in West Hollywood (review here).
Unsatisfied, I thought I’d try the Banana Cream Pie per the suggestion of the gentleman next to me.
Awwwe, this was more like it! Layered with Banana custard, fresh banana slices, and whipped cream, this mild, sweet, and soothing pie was nothing short of a dream. Now this slice made me lick my plate clean.