Driving home from a trip to see the offspring at camp, exhausted, brain dead from hunger, not too dam' presentable..."Didn't Chowhound write up some places in Skippack?" "Yeah, but I can't remember which they were.""OK, let's drive through, maybe a sign will ring a bell."
Road House Grille, Saturday night, 7 pm. White tablecloth, pretty active bar scene (there was live music when we left). We were seated without a reservation (maybe the maitre d' had a reservation, come to think of it, we ended up in a small back room, no foul though, the view into the garden was nice.)
Pleasant surprise: exceptional red pepper pesto with a butter base, more like a mousse. Very flavorful though oddly set in a pool of olive oil. Delicious rolls.
He: the chicken special, roasted breast stuffed with spinach, mushrooms, Boursin, over pommes frites. Said to feature a thyme lemon pan gravy, but neither of us tasted too much thyme, though the lemon provided a nice sparkle. Chicken was moist, luscious roasted taste, slightly over-salted but with distinct big grains that you could feel in your mouth (I like that), pommes frites entertaining though they sogged up beneath the meat. Punch line? $28.
I: seared ahi tuna with soba noodle salad. Your usual presentation, sesame seed coating, spicy surface. Tuna was exceptional, meaty, fresh and cooked correctly (to my taste anyway). Soba noodles were fine, with slivers of raw veggie helping. A soy-wasabi-ginger sauce for the tuna, overall a bit heavy on the sesame and sweeter than I prefer, with a very nice surprise of scribbles of hot! red pepper sauce (vinegary) decorating the plate.
Dessert list looked ok, but he settled for coffee, very good.
All told, with tip, about $100 for two entrees and a bottle. Steep, we thought, for well-executed but middle-of-the-road plates. A caveat: we ordered a 2000 Penfolds Koonunga Hill white but were presented with a Shiraz. The usual flurry ensued.