finally got to metro last night...and so did lots of restaurant people as we sat next to a group from radius, and we spied the upstairs at the pudding women as well as the owner of evoo. competion checking one another out!
food: solid. nothing spectacular, but everything was solid. mussels were fantastic. the bacon from the frisee lardons was too thick and undercooked. pot au feu and skate wing were both very nice. skipped dessert, although they serve cappucino in ridiculously over-sized bowls. (typical american sensibility...wanting to be authentic with the coffee bowls and then supersizing it!)
service: competent. attractive. several were over the top in their yen to please...one server skated the line on being annoying with her zeal and chatter.
atmosphere: combine the shower room from a YMCA circa 1940, pizzeria uno and an examination room at a hospital and you have the main dining room. dreadful.
best of all..you can't fit your legs under the table!
(brings to mind the marx brothers joke: the food in that place was awful...yeah, and such small portions too.)
bar: nice looking bartop...that's about it. zinc? pewter? the lighting is about as intimate as a trip to the dentist. professional, competent bartenders. strange backbar...harvey's bristol cream on display! although kudos for the uniquely correct service of pastis. smoking at the bar is encouraged, sadly, as they sell cigarettes.
winelist: broad. easy. something for everybody.
music: unnecessarily loud for a quiet dining room. it was as if they want to will activity in that space by playing music so loud that you have to scream to be heard while dining.
time will tell...the foodies will test it and give their approval ( we overheard someone (the manager?) mentioning that julia child will be there on friday). but the real test will be if the foodies return after the buzz has died down.