I keep wanting to like this place. From my time in Detroit and Chicago, I really crave that downtown steakhouse where I can sit at the bar, have a drink or two and enjoy a fine meal. Well, I must tell you, The crab cakes at Hamilton Walker's are the finest I've ever tasted...if you don't mind a 25-minute wait for an appetizer. Ultimately I think the agonizingly slow pace of their kitchen will doom this place; after our first full dinner there shortly after its opening, my wife vowed she would never return. I'm still willing to stop in for the occasional meal, but on my last visit the chill I got from the front door while seated at the bar was equaled by the cold shoulder I received from the bar staff. I get the feeling that the regulars at HW have formed a chummy little club with the bartenders, and we infrequent guests are not welcome. That's probably not a good attitude to project if repeat business is your goal. Bottom line: food great...endless wait...sit at the bar and they give you the gate.