Mr. Chow in Beverly Hills remains one of Toddrickallen’s favorite restaurants for special occasion dining.  It just feels like a destination.  The food is consistent.  As do most, we leave the selection up to the waiter, who usually produces the stock vegetarian menu.  They will bring a menu if you insist.  We enjoyed the lettuce wraps, noodles, and delicious tofu.  But we don’t really go for the food.  Eating at Mr. Chow is theatre.  When you’ve stepped past the paparazzi, velvet rope, and bouncers, you enter another world.  And it is soooo LA.  I have to admit, I love the drama; the women who look like walking bilboards for Louis Vuitton, the siliconed and big haired out-of-towners hoping to hook up, the uncomfortable looking men of a certain age sitting across from 20 year old models in mini-togas (in February!), and the stars (and there are always stars).  On Saturday night, Stevie Wonder nearly stepped on my feet as he wisked past the crowded entry.  What could be more fun on a Sturday night?   One note: We had a 45 minute wait for an 8:00 table reservation… plan ahead!