The popularity of this spot has us generally avoiding it on weekends, but we somehow snag a reservation on short notice in prime time. Aside from the consistently excellent brunch, I'd downgraded 647 a little lately, mainly due to a slow but steady uptick in prices over the last few years. That's true of a lot of places, but prices here are now a far cry from the clear-bargain category they occupied for a long time.
Dinner turns out to be terrific: expertly fried momos with a (pork?) sausage filling, the two-cheese plate with fine accompaniments (truffle honey is especially nice), a fantastic fried-chicken dish with superb spicy white beans and an oniony salsa, a wood-oven pizza with sweet barbecue-sauced chicken and loads of carmelized onions.
A couple of glasses of a nice Austrian white, two of their outstanding Margaritas (among the city's best, I think), and the tab hits about $120 inclusive. Attentive, entertaining service. Hardly a steal, but a very satisfying experience all around. We're glad we came back.