Joy G.
Yelp
In a city inundated with some of the world's best steakhouses, I sometimes feel a little peeved at myself for not liking steak more. I'll never turn away a bite of some good filet and I make a mean roast beef barley stew, but I also never met a fruit I didn't love and I'll do my damn hardest to show salad-haters the error of their ways (the secret is cheese, lots of it, and a killer dressing). With all that said, I loved eating at Bobby Van's, thanks to our waiter (Klaus or Klaude). He was witty without being intrusive, and bid us the warmest good-bye.
The food was also excellent. I liked my goat cheese salad so much that I boxed up the other half to go (which took Klaus aback because, honestly, who wraps up a few more bites of lettuce and tomato?). This wasn't any ordinary salad, though. No, this one came with pinwheels of golden-fried goat cheese that hugged toasted croutons. I'm willing to bet even the most die-hard carnivore would eat this salad.
I also loved my sesame tuna, which came with a pile of pink ginger shreds doused in wasabi (cleared up my sinuses real good). The bread basket could have been a bit warmer, but there was some good variety among the breads (including crackers with herbs, pretzel sticks, two kinds of multigrain, and some kind of dinner roll). My favorite was the multigrain bun laden with pumpkin and sunflower seeds.
And, of course, because I can't finish a meal without something sweet, I had to order the tiramisu. I was stuffed by then, so I took that one to go as well (thanks, Klaus), only to end up eating it twenty minutes later.
Very popular with the local suits crowd, as almost every table was taken on a typical Wednesday lunch. The setting is definitely scotch-and-cigars, but I'd go back just for Klaus and the goat cheese salad.