Description
Terminally hip out-of-towners like to come to Palm Beach and dis our tatty old Leopard. Yeah, there's a lounge singer with his Casio belting out Barry White tunes; the sartorially inept jokers wearing $700 lime-green slacks (Where do they find them? Oh, right, two blocks away on Worth Avenue.); the Southern lady lawyers screaming into their cell phones; the big shots ordering $400 bottles of champagne; the doyennes - newly resurfaced skin stretched tight and shiny as latex over jutting cheek and collar bones. But an excellent late-night menu, served until 1 a.m. on weekends, of exotic burgers and creative small plates makes the LL a favorite haunt of hungry nocturnal felines. And where else are you gonna find an appetizer of creamed chipped beef - made with sirloin tips and sautéed mushrooms, no less?
