Had a wonderful dinner at Little Fish recently. (6th and Catherine) Prices are very reasonable...about eight bucks for appetizers, about twice that for entrees.
The pacing between courses was a bit long, in particular the wait for entrees, though I am fairly forgiving of that in an operation as small as Little Fish. (For those of you unfamiliar -- by small I mean that it falls in between Carman's and Dmitri's on the scale of tiny, tiny restaurants. Maybe twenty-five seats.) Also, by way of disclosure, I note that the owner is my across-the-street neighbor. However, i feel confident that occasional enthusiastic affection from his poodle has little effect on my opinion of the food.
Two appetizers, crab cakes and scallops romanesco. The crab cake, in particular, is a small appetizer, however the waitress did advise us of this when we ordered so that we could adjust our selections accordingly. It was very good though, with no silly fillers other than crumbs to bind the meat. (The crab was picked a little finer than I prefer, but I'm from Baltimore and therefore reserve the right to judge any crab cakes against my mother's, which are naturally superior to all others.) It rested atop really wonderful (purple) potato salad. The scallops were beautifully seared, and came with baby asparagus that even I, an avowed asparagus-naysayer, liked.
For entrees, my father and I had the salmon. It was prepared according to the chef's preference, which was...medium well, I guess? The fish was moist all the way to the fabulously crisped skin, without being so rare in the middle as to alarm my father (who is concerned that he not be served sushi, a category that includes medium-rare fish, in his opinion.) It sat on white beans and mushroom ragout, which was superb. My roommate had the wahoo, which was done with a chimicurri and tropical salsa. She welshed on my earlier suggestion of going halves on our entrees, but did let me have a generous bite, which was wonderful fresh and bright and very carefully well-balanced.
Deserts were demolished without much in the way of sharing. I had the pear bread pudding, which was wonderful, served in a pool of very light custard cream with a generous swirl of very rich caramel sauce.
Our only real complaint was due to a couple of the patrons. A fairly large party was arriving as we were finishing our entrees. I'd really prefer that very very small restaurants would simply not accept parties of 12 or so people, which tend to be overpoweringly loud even when they try to be polite. Worse, two of the young women were just rudely loud and unconcerned that their outbursts were making the other diners cringe. (They did seem to settle down as we were leaving, when their party was assembled.)