Is it just me or is the "roasted" winter root salad actually raw, not really roasted, and the pot de creme actually just mousse in a ramekin?
Otherwise, though, August was very enjoyable. Service was gracious and friendly, without being intrusive (wee bit pushy on wine refills, but not so heavy-handed as to be obnoxious), and the ambience was romantic--just dim enough to see your date and your food + a perfect volume level for good conversation. The food--hearty, old-school European--was pretty well executed, though not brilliant. We had the raclette and the above-mentioned non-roasted winter root salad to start; the pasta with baccala and pork belly with kumquat with as our main courses; and finally, the chocolate pot de creme for dessert. This, with three glasses of wine (gruner, beaujolais, and a German red whose name I can't remember), came to be about $128, tax included. Not too shoddy.