Went to Spago Tuesday nite with a friend. We got there about 6:30 and the place was nearly empty. We ordered green salads, steaks, and a very lovely (pricy)zinfandel (I forget the name).
First came the bread basket. Cheese breadsticks, crisp-baked flatbread, and white and whole wheat French breads. They were all wonderful, and the breadsticks were downright addictive.
The salad was carried beyond basic to perfection by the addition of sprinkles of blue cheese, currents and pine nuts and a very nice light dressing.
The main course came with a generous cut of filet mignon surrounded by potato puree and roasted or braised little veggies.
Everything was top-notch except the steak, which was about on a par with the ones you get at the Cattlemen's in Petaluma. They did not give us steak knives, so the job had to be done with the knife that came with the table setting. We assumed that the no steak knives thing was not an oversight, (service was impeccable) but rather some sort of a Statement, and it would be gauche of us to ask for them. Sawing into the meat with the inadequate tool took some doing.
By the time we left, around 8:30, the place was its usual packed-and-waiting-line self. This seemed to dispel the rumors of Spago sharing the current Silicon Valley woes. The movers and shakers were still coming to see and be in the scene.