well, that was an experience! I decided not to share any of the online reviews or your experience with my wife and let her draw her own conclusions. She has by far the better palate and is much more sensitive to service and decor issues.
we arrived with a reservation at 6pm, frank, who I guess is the waiter/owner/host/bartender, met us as we walked in and asked us to wait a couple of minutes. The bar was about half full, dining room about 3/4 full on a tues night, no one else working the front of the house
So, after frank served a couple of apps and poured a glass of wine for someone at the bar, he led us to our table. No napkins at the table, no menus, no drink orders.
the place seemed homey, clean and welcoming and my wife declared it "cute, no sheet covering a wall and since we were early in service, no chance of dirty dishes on tables,
After a bit of a wait, frank took drink orders, I ordered a fat tire ipa, he brought a voodoo ranger. My wife ordered a glass of cab, not sure what it was, inexpensive, but correctly made and not too oaky, just fine. ten minutes later he dropped a couple of menus on the table, splashed more (complimentary) wine into my wife’s glass, and, after a fairly long wait, he took our orders.
louisiana crab cakes consisted of a single, small crab cake with roasted corn poblana succotash, green chile buerre blanc. It was completely delicious, clearly made with lump crabmeat. The raddichio salad was excellent, and as frank pointed out, not something one sees on a lot of southern menus.
after another long wait, frank brought our mains, my pork chop was big and meaty but on the edge of overcooked, I blame myself for not ordering it a little pink. my wife’s prime ribeye turned out to be a prime fillet. He offered to take it back, my wife demurred, it was cooked perfectly, I tried a bite, absolutely delicious, no doubt in our mind that it was prime grade meat. The mashed potatoes were well made and my wife loved the carrots.
after another long-ish wait, he cleared our dishes, and went through the dessert list, my wife ordered something or other and he said how about coconut cream pie. Pie was fine, clearly not baked in-house, comped because of mixup with steak.
After the meal I asked my wife for her impressions, as usual she picked up a bunch of things that I missed. She came to the conclusion that he’s buying in small quantities and, when he runs out of stuff, he just brings something else and apologizes. She’s completely convinced they ran out of ribeye and just hoped she wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t complain about it or, as it happened, accept what was served. The same thing with my beer, the same thing with the dessert. She also noticed the tables are chipped though some effort has been made to cover it up… about midway through the meal a bartender showed up, she cleared tables when people left, so we weren’t left sitting next to dirty dishes all that long.
As to Frank, I didn’t know what to expect but it turns out I’ve met a thousand franks, playing softball and basketball in Brooklyn and working on wall st. I knew what to expect, how to jolly him and when to be firm. My wife, as expected, charmed him and we all got along just fine. To be honest, it’s nice to have a little NY/NJ in Florida, including the rough edges.
I asked my wife, given the “mixups” with service, the waits between courses, the fading tables, if she’d go back and she said “in a NY minute”. From her perspective, the food was very good, maybe a bargain for what it was, we lived in Europe for a time where 3 hour meals were the norm, so the wait didn’t bother us and, in the end, we were more amused than annoyed by Frank.
best,
ps should you decide to return, the website has a 15% off code of “summertime”