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| - My partner and I took a friend visiting from Los Angeles to The Henry for his and our first time, and all three of us loved it. The decor feels like I imagine an expensive mens' club would look -- real leather banquettes and table lamps I wanted to take home (just one). My partner had the pork chop (the thickest one I've seen since Dan Tana's in West Hollywood, easily 2.5 inches thick, I had the wild mushroom tortelli, and our friend (who is very hard to please) had the branzino. All three of us gave our dishes top marks.
Even better than the food and the decor, however, was the service. Our friend had driven in from Los Angeles that day and we had been running errands and cleaning house, so all three of us lay down for what was supposed to be a one-hour nap. Unfortunately we woke up almost three hours later at 8:00 p.m. We had planned to eat at The Henry, but when I checked their website I saw they stopped serving at 9:00 p.m. I called and was told to come in, it wouldn't be a problem. We showed up and people couldn't have been more gracious. We never felt rushed, and when my partner and our friend wondered if it was too late to order dessert (by this time it was well after 9:00 p.m.) the chef reopened the kitchen and they got what they wanted -- no attitude at all.
My only caveat is that a co-worker and his partner had brunch there about a week ago and the partner apparently got a bad case of salmonella from undercooked eggs in an omelet, so I think I may avoid egg dishes if I go for brunch (or at least make sure the eggs are cooked through).
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