Ron W.
Yelp
The Hostee Podium is outside where it's quiet compared to the riot inside. It's a Mosh Pit of activity once you walk through the entry door.
The patrons are impatient, the Staff is very patient and yet vibrating with frantic antics to keep the flow going. This buzzin' hive is slammed and jammed from the opening bell.
The din of convos, clanging of pots, pans and dishes and clinking glasses all eclipse the live NoLa stride piano that is reduced to a whiff of auditory smoke.
The Decor is classic Chop House Chic with multiple imposing Chandeliers, lots of brass, wood and glass. The vibe is somewhere between The Tadich Grill, Legal Seafood and after midnight on Bourbon Street.
First Date territory? Only if your date is hearing impaired. Just text each other.
The Bar Program: Auspicious. A few pages of Signature Cocktails. Craft Beers on draught and an interesting Wine List with some definite depth.
The Staff: More warm bodies than a beginners Pole Dancing Class. There is an army of crisply uniformed servers coming and going at warp speed. It's like watching a Pachinko Machine once you jam ball in play. Brooklyn was nearby to help, suggest and recommend. She also brought a well seasoned sense of humor to the table.
So, settle into your assigned space which will be in the middle of the melee no matter where you request to be seated.
Who's here? Sports in Shorts, Tee-Shirts, and the odd Beater on an odd eater with just enough buckos left over post alimony, child support, and rent money to afford dining here once a month.
Plus there is lot's of plunging decolletage and enough bare thigh to make you high. Hi. Sigh. But then we came for the chow, so now let's get to it. Here's an ample sample of what's on offer.
A basket of warm bread appears in rapid order. Nothing fancy. Probably an outsourced Baguette-y kind of loaf sliced on the bias with a little cup of house made Lobster Oil which had a distant hint of the sea until a runner dumped a wading pool of syrupy Balsamic Vinegar into the Cup turning it into a cloying sweet goo. Well, it's all subjective, but that is my take on it. Perhaps leave the Oil and Vinegar mixture up to the diner?
The Caesar Salad featured half a wheel of shaved Parmesan Cheese. The Romaine was fresh and chilled. The Dressing (a little more than was required) was within the boundaries of being decent.
The bottom line on the Salad was that it was acceptable so no one flipped bowl onto the floor.
On to the Calamari, eh? This was a pile of uber crisp deep fried strips. The batter created crags and shards making the Squid crunchy until it was hoovered and gone. Dip a strip into the Sun Dried Tomato Aioli and hey-oli that was good.
The Raw Oysters were as fresh as you'll find anywhere. Make sure to have some Sawmill Bay monsters as big as a boxing glove and certainly redolent of the sea.
These were firm and spectacularly delicious. I like my Oysters neat but you will get the full kit no matter how you like them. Cocktail Sauce with grated Horseradish, Mignonette, Lemon Wedges, and a snappy Hot Sauce if you prefer your Oysters doctored.
The Halibut Cheeks Special was intriguing and who doesn't like a pair of soft, tender, inviting cheeks?
I opted for the Cioppino because when it's good, it's really good. It can be Cio-fino in less capable hands. Here it was really good. My bowl had a soul.
The Cioppino was served in a Lodge Cast Iron Pot that kept the
Tomato-y Broth bubbling with heat for an hour. The pot was deeper than it looked and basically was a Japanese Soaking Tub chocked full of Mussels, Shrimp, Scallops and Cod all happy to be in the same soup. Add to that Slivered Poached Onions, Red Bell Pepper pieces and diced Yukon Potatoes. Every spoonful of this vibrant soup (nee Stew) was perfectly delightful.
If you are a dipper you can't ignore the long slice of toasted Baguette lightly brushed with signature Lobster Oil sans Balsamic blast.
All in all this place was lively without being dive-ly. I don't intend to be mean, but it was infact a scene, although the food was a cut above which is a true accolade in a City full of outstanding restaurants.
My recommendation: Pull up your shorts all you good time sports and head for Joe Fortes.