Our last dinner was at the uptown fave, Clancy's. There have been some mentions of frosty receptions by the front staff at Clancy's, but ours couldn't have been warmer, especially since our reservation for six on a busy Saturday night somehow morphed into seven. We were asked to wait at the bar, while we talked to a neighbor who treats Clancy's as her local diner and the friendly bartender, who whipped up a fantastic non-frozen daiquiri. We were seated upstairs, in a small room with four tables. As a result we were away from the "scene" on the first floor -- fine with us -- it was a lovely space, surrounded by open wine racks.
There was much splitting and sharing of dishes, so the meal is a bit of a blur. I was mildly disappointed with my crab salad, mostly because the delicate crab couldn't compete with the creamy horseradish dressing that was poured over it, although the tomatoes were superb. The oysters with brie were consumed so quickly I never got a taste. Others were happy with a special white bean soup.
My sauteed smoked shrimp entree was delicious, and the smoked softshelled crab was as addictive as advertised. Three of the seven of us had pasta, a risotto that I never sampled, and a pasta whipped up for our resident vegetarian. The chef went all out, throwing a kitchen sink of vegetables and a light cream sauce into the mix.
Desserts were a high point, especially the lemon ice-box cake.
This was a remarkably consistent meal -- I think I'd trust this kitchen with just about anything. Which doesn't mean I'd want to try another dessert next time.