Bacari W. 3rd is a Venetian-inspired small plates restaurant featuring Mediterranean-influenced dishes by Chef Lior Hillel. We are the 4th restaurant of Kronfli Brothers, a family-owned, growing group of restaurants in the Los Angeles area. Alongside our delicious tapas, we offer a rotating curation of small-production wines and eclectic beers, unique craft cocktails & mocktails, and we are also known for our one-of-a-kind 90-minute open bar special. We welcome but do not require reservations — we love to accommodate walk-ins and large parties, even on busy nights. Bacari W. 3rd is the go-to spot for our neighbors, and we look forward to hosting you soon!
Mediterranean cuisine, pizzas & cocktails served in a relaxed restaurant with a leafy patio.
Hours
| Thursday | 5–11 PM |
| Friday | 5–11:30 PM |
| Saturday | 10:30 AM–11:30 PM |
| Sunday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Monday | 5–10 PM |
| Tuesday | 5–10:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 5–10:30 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 8030 W 3rd St #3/4, Los Angeles, CA 90048
Phone: (323) 986-6763
Website: https://www.eatwithbacari.com/west-3rd
Menu Photos
Order and Reservations
Reservations: eatwithbacari.comopentable.com
Photo Gallery
Related Web Results
West 3rd | Bacari Restaurants
Bacari Restaurants
Bacari W. 3rd Restaurant – Los Angeles, CA | OpenTable
Reviews
Then there’s the mac and cheese, which is not here to play. Creamy, indulgent, and fully prepared to derail any diet you once believed in. The wings came in hot—crispy, saucy, and rude in the best way. I would absolutely start a fight over the last one. The burger was stacked, juicy, and confident, like it knew I’d be thinking about it the next day (it was right).
To balance all of this chaos, I ordered the kale salad—because wellness. And honestly? It slapped. Fresh, flavorful, and just good enough to make me feel like a person who “eats greens,” even though I immediately followed it with more mac and cheese.
The vibe (aka the salon energy) is peak Bacari: cozy but cool, date-night-but-also-friends-night, with just enough ambiance to make you feel chic without trying too hard. In conclusion: come hungry, order aggressively, and accept that Bacari W. 3rd will win. Every time.
A friend who lives here chose this spot for my final night of the year in the city and I’ll admit, at first I wasn’t thrilled because I had another place in mind.
But wow… this place exceeded every expectation.
From the service to the food, everything was truly top tier.
Michael, Chris, and Steph made sure we were genuinely taken care of, and it showed.
I would probably think twice about the pork belly. Too fatty but delicious.
The pistachio dessert we got, had it been hot, would have been better.
I’ll definitely be back when I’m in town again
Once inside, an amazing ambiance with great music and wonderful lighting will warm your heart and lust for appetite. Everything is small bites that can be shared. Their cocktails and moktails are amazing, the food has a unique and exquisite taste, filled with rich flavors and mysterious ingredients. Make sure to try everything amongst your party, to not miss out.
We celebrated our anniversary yesterday, and we were blown away with the staff. They had two handwritten cards for us, which was super sweet, and the services throughout the night was amazing and pleasant.
What I also appreciated is that they did not rush us to the check in order to turn tables. It’s been overall an amazing experience and we are certainly coming back to this place.
Make sure not to miss out and check it out. I highly recommend this place.
The service was by far one of the worst experiences I’ve had:
It took over 10 minutes before anyone even came to take our order, and in the end my friend had to literally get up and find a server to finally place it.
My friend ordered a Diet Coke twice, and each time it took more than 10 minutes to be brought to our table. Absolutely unacceptable.
The serving order of the dishes was a complete mess — cold appetizers and mains came out randomly with no order at all. Proper sequencing (cold dishes first, then mains) was completely ignored.
Shrimp Ceviche
The flavor was extremely sharp — chilled shrimp with a citrus–fennel vinaigrette, overwhelmingly sour.The chips on the side were lime–chili flavored, very heavy in taste.
Mujadara
Basically fried rice loaded with spices, overall tasted like Korean fried rice, very greasy.
Glazed Pork Belly
Pork belly with a sweet-and-sour rib-style sauce, overall way too sweet and cloying. The lean part was dry, the fatty part overly greasy, making the texture not enjoyable.
Salatim
The pita bread itself was good, served with three dips.
Octopus
Mediocre, very ordinary, just a light sour seasoning.
Fried Chicken Slider
Not good — the sauce was very salty, the fried chicken was dry, though the Hawaiian roll bun had a nice sweet flavor.
Bacon & Double Cream Brie Pizza
Extremely oily and not tasty.
Petit Filet
My friend said it had a sour tang and a very strong gamey taste.
The Best Cake W/ Ice Cream
A date-based dessert soaked in caramel sauce, overly sweet — it even made the ice cream on the side taste bland.
Lunch + dinner both good. I have tried almost the entire menu.
(Pictures are brunch food, i didnt take dinner pics last times)
What I hate the worst was the stuffed mushrooms. Too oily and cheesy—not my food preference.
All the rest of food in the picture, I love them especially the pasta with the spicy sauce. Usually I am not really into pasta. However this one really surprised me. It tasted the best!
Now. I think I really know why Bacari can have so many locations in LA. I will definitely visit another location in person.
Excellent service as well. When we entered, as we were being seated, our server even pointed out where the restrooms and bar were. I’ve never had a server before point out the directions to the restrooms and other parts of the restaurant, it was like entering someone’s home and being hosted. I shared that compliment to the manager who also helped us with drinks.
Wonderful place and I highly recommend it if you’re looking for a gluten-free restaurant with awesome service.
The first dish, shrimp salad with chips: the chips were overloaded with seasoning and unbearably salty; the salad was overdressed, lacking any sense of freshness—just salty and sour.
The second dish, fried rice, felt like rice soaked in oil; the seasoning of the beans was strangely off. Overall, it can only be called bizarre. The flatbread was okay, but the three sauces were unimpressive: the first two were ordinary and dispensable, while the last one, a Mexican-style hot sauce, had an overpowering flavor and was extremely salty. Every single dish tasted as if salt cost nothing.
Then came the pizza: after the oily rice, came an oily pizza. The texture was nonexistent—just pure greasiness once in the mouth.
And here comes the main point, the filet steak. I truly have no idea what cooking method they used. Although they called it medium, the top and bottom slices had no pink at all, while the middle was pure raw meat. The moment it entered the mouth, it was the disgusting sourness of raw meat, with no beef aroma whatsoever—only the stench of uncooked flesh. The quality of the meat must have been poor. This also explains why the lighting inside was kept so dark. The entire dish was sauce on one side and meat on the other, with no sense of integration.
Then there’s the service. A bottle of Coke required asking twice; the second bottle needed to be requested four times. It’s baffling why she works here—she might as well help in the kitchen catching the cow.
The entire restaurant has no taste worth tasting, no look worth admiring, and no service worth mentioning. All of their cooking techniques feel as if humanity has gone back to the Stone Age—purely eating raw flesh: salt dumped recklessly, fishy raw flavors left completely intact. They seem to be pursuing some strange theme of stripping away the crucial step of human civilization: how to actually cook food.
After tasting that filet, I felt deep pity for the cow that died for it. They might as well just drag a cow under the sun, sprinkle some salt on it, and let me chew. Cooked or not, it tasted exactly like a water buffalo that has been dead for a long time on the African savanna, attracting flies.