It was love at first sight. As soon as I opened the doors and walked into this gorgeous space I wanted so badly to like the food... and was extremely relieved not to have been disappointed. The place was covered with rustic bricks, great artwork, good-looking servers with matching good service. A "boutique" restaurant with "boutique" food - a cross section between the comfort staples and froo-froo fare that does not skimp on seasoning.
The New England fry-d calamari and mussels were divine - light, crispy with a tangy/slightly spicy sauce. The charcuterie pizza had different salami and ricotta and fennel was excellent (but I thought it could've been served without the spicy oil). My ahi salad was almost perfect - the spinach with pickled onions were... haunting, lol, for lack of a better term. I so want to replicate it at home. But the seared tuna's crust I think could be improved. Maybe a little more salt and heat to play off the already sweet bed of jicama and asparagus. The backyard burger my husband loved, but my brother in law complained about the salt levels. The burger platters came with your own catsup bottle. How can you not like this place?
Wish we had more time and space to try the desserts. I swear they were calling my name on our way out. Honey salt you are a perfect balance of the very things that tug at my palette and my personality. I want more.