Zola
Mystery. Secrets. Espionage. All these things make for a great spy themed story. From what I’ve heard, the attached Spy Museum of DC really plays up these things, but unfortunately, as a restaurant, Zola can only do so much in incorporating these ideas into the theme of the restaurant.
Let’s start with the restaurant itself. An elongated bar presents itself immediately to your left as your enter and approach the hostess stand, with seating for dining to the right. The design here is contemporary, but nothing too flashy or forward thinking to offend the eyes. If you walk straight towards the back of the establishment, you can see a staircase to your right that leads up to a walled off ceiling, which looks a bit odd, but the fact that the owners decided to save the staircase instead of gutting it is appreciable nonetheless. The restrooms in the very back can only be accessed by passing through a secret compartment wall, which plays into the spy theme nicely.
The wait staff here is friendly, humble, and best of all, actually knowledgeable about their food and wine. Jen ordered a glass of something something that smells like grapes to me, which to her, tasted a little off. Now bear in mind, Jen is RARELY picky about her wine, and will drink just about any sort of wine that’s given to her. The waiter suggested she try the Dona Paula Malbec they had on hand, which really impressed her. And if she’s happy, well, damn, I’m happy too.
Zola started our meal off with a chicken liver mousse with a fig spread on a small toast flotation device, compliments of the chef, which I happily swooped in on and took out both in a blink of an eye. Nothing too extraordinary, but pretty tasty all the same.
For her dinner, Jen split her order between the Porcini Mushroom Ravioli and the Brussel Sprouts with Shiitake Mushrooms, topped with Parmesan Cheese.
The ravioli definitely looks a little on the light side for me, but for Jen, coupled with the brussel sprouts, it turned out to be the perfect amount. Despite the small portion (and granted, it is an appetizer), the raviolis pack a signifcant amount of mushroom flavor with each bite. The marsala sabayon helps give the dish some depth, and everything about the presentation makes this a winner.
The brussel sprouts are served in a minature cast iron pan, although they don’t have the char that denotes being cooked in a cast iron skillet, but likely a cook over the range and tossed into the oven to melt the parmesan cheese. An excellent side dish that isn’t too overwhelming, but a large enough portion to shared with another.
I ordered the “American Hot Pot”, a hodgepodge of seafood and chorizo cooked in a tomato broth, served with a heavily buttered sweet corn quinoa foothill with a bridge of toast. There’s got to be some sort of metaphor here of bridging something something to the land of seafood and pork, but I wasn’t getting it. I was getting the heavy use of delicious butter in the quinoa, which likely wasn’t the healthiest of dining selections, but certainly worth eating.
Zola’s “Straight Forward American Cuisine” self-description is certainly befitting to the food here. Nothing stands out as extraordinary, but nothing is completely disappointing, either. Many of the other diners there were well dressed and on either a mission to impress their dates, or seeking a special night out. Jen and I rolled up in our patchiest of patchy granola pants with our hair done up in dreadlock rasta with a single care in the world. The setting here is definitely edging towards the upscale, and the same can be said about the service. The food here, however, is above average at best, without being particularly memorable but undoubtedly satisfying. I wholly believe that if the kitchen took some effort to revitalize their menu offerings with the right chef, Zola could be a much more desirable dining destination.
See Zola on a map here.
Recommended For:
- Out of Towners
- Fancy First Dates
- Vegetarians
- Paleo heads
- Zone dieters
- Butter Buffs
Not Recommended For:
- Gastronomic Gallivanters
- Quick Dinners
- Double Agent Double Dates
- Trashy Hobos
- Fat Phobics




you don’t own patchy pants.