We had dinner at Crop Sun Aug. 2 and if we had known or realized the meaning of the "heads up" phone call we received in the afternoon, we would have chosen somewhere else. The hostess called to advise there was a street festival going on and the street they are located on (West Sixth) was closed. We appreciated the call and simply thought they were advising us to either walk (12 blocks from our hotel) or cab it (we did, I am mobility challenged). In hindsight, I think they were hoping we would cancel. When I asked about the chef's table, I was told it has bar stools and we declined as I have problems with my legs and can't let them hang for 2 hours. It looked like fun, but no one was sitting there when we arrived.
We arrived precisely at 7 p.m., time of our reservation - my mother, DD (18) and me. We knew from other reviews and their web site that Crop does a 3 course fixed price dinner on Sundays. The room was very interesting, very masculine with dark wood, white tableclothes. The space is not enormous but we looked around and there were 2 other couples in addition to our table in the entire restaurant. So, the street festival was a bad sign.
There were no appetizers to choose from on Sundays, they do a large communal salad with several types of greens including parsley and tarragon (Mother was terrified it was cilantro, she is very allergic). The salad also included cubes of red and gold beets, which were perfectly cooked and looked like small jewels atop the lettuce and a type of balsamic or other dark red based vinaigrette.
I was really looking forward to the bread basket per another Chowhounder's review. Alas, we were only offered chunks of French bread, which was good, but I was hoping for corn bread and more variety. There were 4 or 5 slices which were not replenished when we finished them with the salad.
Mom had the salmon with lobster sauce, which she enjoyed very much. Portions are generous, none of us left hungry. DD had pork enchiladas, which she said was possibly the best she has ever had. I had the hangar steak, which came med rare as ordered with a delicious brown sauce and assorted mushrooms. The communal vegetable dish was a cold arrangement of many types of beans (green, black, white, pink) dressed in a sauce tasting of citrus. We did not detect oil, didn't think it was a vinaigrette.
The only dessert option was a peach cobbler. It was terrific. The peaches were not overly sweet nor overly thickened, just the right hint of perhaps vanilla, very fresh. The cobbler was a corn muffin which lived up to expectations. No vanilla ice cream, but a light topping of real whipped cream. Mom & I ordered decaf coffee, which was disappointing on several levels. First, the coffee had to be brewed, which took longer than our dessert took to consume. Second, it was so strong as to make Starbuck's look very weak in comparison. I enjoy coffee with my dessert, but the lapse was easily 15 minutes from ordering and we didn't want to wait much longer.
Service was OK. The same waiter served all 3 tables. Not great, not good, merely competent. Mother did not want a big deal made that we were celebrating both our birthdays (actually Friday), but clearly the waiter must have overheard when we sang her Happy Bday. No response from the waiter at all. Perhaps because they knew we are from out of town? We were not looking for free food, but a congratulations was clearly in order. Not very friendly.
My overall impression? We came on a bad night. The restaurant should have closed that night. Would I recommend this place to others? Yes, the makings of a great meal are there, the value is good, but we had bad karma.