Holy S---! I say G.D.!!!
Just returned from dinner at this West Side spot. This was actually the first time I've eaten there since my childhood friend Scott's Bar Mitzvah some 18 odd years ago. What the hell have I been waiting for???
Everything was FANTASTIC! Oysters Rockafeller, the delightful mix of spinach and cheese with plump oysters will Rockafella more that Jay-Z ever could. The beet salad, seemingly demure, will pop in your mouth with delicious results.
Two of the patrons at my table just returned from France where NO single bouillabaisse came close to the spectacular offering that Pier W presented. My pan seared walleye with fingerlings and spinach was a perfect mix and expertly prepared.
Dessert? After the experience so far? Most definitely! The table ordered the dark chocolate s'mores, the coconut ice cream and the maple creme brulee. Good lord in heaven. I don't claim Jesus as my savior but if these are the rewards of paradise, consider me a convert.
These palatable offerings in addition to my perfectly-prepared dirty martini, excellent by-the-glass wine selections and generous scotch pours made the 2.5 hours we spent there pass faster than a rock star's sobriety.
The renovation of the place a couple years ago did quite well for the ambiance. In the immortal words of David Starsky: Do it, Do it! Absolutely worth the price.