YES YES YES.
Fantastic lunch. Seated in a lovely corner booth. Utterly gracious service throughout. When I scurried into the booth, adjusting my suit skirt, a server event held back the tablecloth to make it easier to sit. I had discarded a document from work (that I didn't want to even see to ruin my lunch) on the floor, and later, after I returned from the restroom, it had been graciously left on my seat.
I started with the crabcakes. One large crabcake, utterly light, slighly crunchy exterior, not greasy. Delicately placed on little veggie shavings- but so much yummier than that sounds. Little truffles of shaved red pepper and carrots. Some mache on top. Friend had the lobster bisque - decadent and rich as advertised. I took a swoop of her soup with my (rich sourdough) roll. So good.
We both had the striped bass entree. Honestly like butter, in the least Saturday Night Live way ever. Each had two lobster tortellinis on the side. So full of flavor - not too creamy or rich.
If all fish were like this, I'd be swimming in omega-3s.
I had the cranberry-fuji apple tart dessert. Perfectly warm, sweet. Littlen crumbles of carmelized brown sugar on top. As good as Campanile's version (which is mind blowing), better than Europane's. Friend had the chocolate-banana tart. Dense and great.
We each finished with perfect, rich cappuccinos.
Lunch was a treat for me (thank goodness) so I did not see the bill, but safe to say it was plenty and then some.
The coup de grace- after I sat down, concerned server noticed my skirt was black wool, and brought a black napkin to replace the offending white one.
This is the life I was born to lead. So where's my trust fund?