First off, I absolutely adore the setting of this restaurant. Situated entirely under a tent, the vines, adorn with lights, and candles resonate with a lovely, romantic evening.
The menu, however, had its hits and misses. Of all their courses, I understand why people contend their pecan-crusted catfish is a signature dish. The meat is tender, but the crunchy coating makes it a surprisingly nutty, flavorful dish.
Another dish I distinctly remember is the Dungeness crab tostada. Snuggled in a cute miniature tostada cup, the crab is topped with avocado, tomato, and mango salsa. The surrounding chili sauce gives it a kick, too.
What I didn’t like – the heirloom tomato salad was disappointing. It was stacked pretty, but the veggies inside were dark and soggy.
Other dishes looked good, too, but I didn't try them.
I was also disappointed with the bittersweet liquid-center chocolate cake – namely, because there wasn’t much of a liquid-center. I have ordered innumerable likes of ‘liquid-center’ cakes, and this definitely cannot compare. The accompanying pistachio ice cream, though, was quickly gobbled up.
About the service – there seemed to be only two busboys, one server, and Carl, the father of the two chefs (daughter and son-in-law) working the floor. I had to flag down the server for the dessert menu, and then waited almost 10 minutes, waiving again, to get the father this time to take our order. When I told him about the wait, he was very kind and actually comped our dessert.
I’ll return. The menu is experimental, and I like that about the chefs.