Love Life, Hate Kittens

I never been a big fan of Girl’s Night Out because it’s either a bitchfest about singledom, consoling some girl’s broken heart, or marathon drinking + random hookups.

So when I was invited to GNO while the boy has poker night, I was a bit scared. Frightened that I might be delving into a zulu, meth induced furry boot wearing club experience, I almost died of ecstasy when I saw the establishment we were going to.

Mesa is plush yo. Dark wood paneling throughout, a sun light/sky roof (?) that opens up so you can smoke indoors, lush green vine walls, secluded booths, oh my! Everyone seemed to be dress to the 9s.

Highlights of Mesa:

Waitress - Gorgeous. freaking gorgeous. she was funny, personable, and extremely helpful.

Food - Way above average for a ‘trendy’ joint. We ordered crispy calamari with three dipping sauces. Very good. The pizza and sausage was a delicious. The crostini was good but the star of the show was the cast iron mussels! Roasted in sea salt and herbs and squeezed with lemon and butter, we ordered 7 platters of it. No really. 7. I’ve never ordered anything twice at a restaurant. Not in one sitting at least. But SEVEN. Oh, it must have been a small portion you say. No, each portion had about 30-40 mussels. It was that good. Almost good enough for me to make a special trip down the 405.

Bathroom - Amazing. It was co-ed and each ‘room’ had it’s individual sink and amenities. Perfect for sex or coke. Together.

GNO’s are now redeemed. As is Santa Ana.

Mesa

725 Baker Street
Costa Mesa, CA 92626
(714) 557-6700

www.mesacostamesa.com