Ocean Star

lies the sparkling Pacific Ocean. From the horizon, Catalina Island waves hello. As youNd expect, the service is impeccable, bordering on obsessive. It all started with the valet, who noticed that I had my coat crumpled in the back seat and asked

, the pairing was star-crossed. A colorless appetizer of braised artichoke hearts had a bread-crumb topping, which carried with it its only hints of life. The rest was a bland, soggy and watery dish overloaded with shaved fennel and underfunded of flavor