Had either a late lunch or very early dinner, depending on your perspective, 'round 5pm tonight. Walking in from the cold to a beautiful, dark, candlelit room was brilliant. Good thing we nabbed 2 seats at the bar by 4:30pm - man, I'd forgotten how quickly this place fills up. Haven't been there since the addition of the Monk's Cell, which was gorgeous (we sat on the "old" side to catch some college f-ball). Got the moules frites (pot #5, with chipotle, coconut, and fresh lime). Mussels were passable (on the small side - out of season?), the broth delectable. Highly disappointed in the frites, which, considering that they are a Belgian beer bar, should be fantastic, double fried and all that (we had great ones recently at Philly's Eulogy). The cone that comes with the moules is laughably small. They were clearly old fries that were heated up. Hard and sad. We ordered an additional full order and they were slightly better - at least fresher. We mentioned it to the bar manager (in a good natured way - hell, these are french fries we're talking about). Dipping sauces were adequate. Also got the Allagash-battered shrimp - thick, panko-esque coating, which we both loved. Crunchy goodness, cholesterol be damned. Delirium Tremens, Allagash Triple, Cisco Grey Lady, Sierra Nevada Celebration and Cisco Whale's Tale. $60 before tip. Yum. Beer.