I had reservations about this place (but no reservations for a table, which turned out to be less of a problem than I feared the Saturday night that we went). Not sure why, maybe it had to do with disappointing experiences at places that I, mistakingly, thought were comparable - ie Briget Foys.
I'm happy to report, however, that this was one of my most enjoyable Philadelphia dining experiences of all time. This from a girl who hated Marrakesh when all her friends were raving - basically a hard person to please.
We started with a roasted beet salad (8), which came with this great gorgonzola/goat cheese tart on top of the layered mixed greens and beets drizzled with wildflower honey viniagrette. Then my friend had a simple, but surprisingly flavorful, herbed chicken (16) on a (kind of boring) bed of mashed pots and string beans. I thoroughly enjoyed a dish from the night's specials of blackened bass with golden raisin chutney and scallop vermouth sauce (22). People, this was pretty amazing. Soft, warm, subtle - delicious.
The best part, hands down, was an Italian custard dish (7) whose name I cannot remember - but was explained as "gelatin with a lot of sugar" by the waiter. It was a bright white little flan-shaped deal, with blueberry compote, and it was sweet, light, and completely smooth.
The bill came to 60 bucks even, and I have to go back sometime to try that huge plate of scallops I saw delivered to an adjacent table.