Reluctant NYC expat and culinary curmudgeon, I was driving up Route 1 looking for junque shops to furnish my too-big-for-a-former-Brooklynite apartment and just stumbled into this place for a Sunday lunch. I've since heard all of the hype, but, I have to say, completely independently -- so good. My friend and I split portabella mushrooms in some sort of savory sauces to start--they were a special, and they were, well, special. I had a red snapper special as an entree--perfectly prepared, with nice little roasted cherry tomatoes and excellent cappellini; my friend had sole in a sauce with raisins and pine nuts--sole was a little bland, but everything else about the dish was great. Even the little garlic knots and olives that came out to tease us pre-meal were wonderful. The only gripe? While my glass (er, glasses) of chianti were excellent, my dining companion's crianza was flavorless.
Best of all, the place was quiet and fairly empty, which, my post-hoc sources tell me, isn't normally the case. So, there you go--Quattro's for lunch, and then have a budget dinner.