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Malis in Wonderland takes a dinner on 3rd Street, where the row of celebrity-frequented restaurants are apparently trying to trick their clientele into some Fear Factor-style gag responses:

Last night I ate at the trendy new restaurant La Terza on 3rd Street here in LA. I had wood-fired rotisserie duck and creamy polenta with marscapone cheese. It was really good. However, this is not a restaurant review. Instead, I'd like to call your attention to an item I saw on the dessert menu:

"Rosemary Olive Oil Cake with Olive Oil Ice Cream and Sea Salt"

Can chefs please stop being such jerks? Who would even consider ordering this?

Maybe they can make the dessert slightly more palatable by altering the presentation. How about serving it in a sweaty Ugg boot?