Well I was all set up to like this place, since it's cute and in my area and many, many of my friends go there incessantly -- but I ask, what is the attraction? We went there on a Saturday night, eating practically at the crack of dawn for dinner (6:15pm), and I thought I could expect at least good service at that time of day. Noooo. We had a very sweet, nice, but very spacey French-accented waitress, who walked about in an ethereal trance that did not include we diners in its visions. We both had the chopped salad with gorgonzola -- 8$. Chopped up romaine, which was lightly coated with a gorgonzola-emulsion-vinaigrette. Okay, but not worth 8$. Not really worth 4.50, actually. Mr. Smith had, (of course) a steak, which was tiny and overdone. Potatoes were okay. I think it cost something like 24$ -- too much, of course. I had the clams with spaghetti -- which was way too hot hot hot for my tastes! I know I am spice wimpy but I should have been at least a little more forwarned that my mouth was going to burn for the next 15 minutes. The Viognier I ordered was not worth 10$ a glass I paid for it. Besides, it was lost on me since I was trying to cool my palate. For these prices, the servers could at least have warned me that the Viognier wouldn't go with it -- that I needed extra water and maybe a cold beer if I was going to eat the clams. Who decided to put red pepper flakes in such a nice, winey, easy to cook dish? Some chowhounds may like things this fiery, but since this dish is usually a fishy extravaganza, I was surprised. The small clams were numerous and a little chewy, but not bad. Maybe other chowhounds can weigh in with better experiences to share with the group, but I won't go back. I don't mind paying higher prices for good food, but this was not it. Mr. Smith was not pleased, either. Alas!