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First impression slates the venue as 4.5 star impressive. This place is massive. Super high ceilings, original structure, beautiful bar, expansive wine rack, and a warm, romantic ambience set up the evening for something special. A particularly good choice for a date venue. The hostesses greet at the door with charm and willing accommodations, in stark contrast to a brief visit to Pure Spirits across the street. (Yeah, that's right.)
The menu serves up a pleasant array of dishes. I opted for the black cod dish, and my date, the halibut feature. Service was modest. The food, modest, as well. Appropriate, however, forgettable. Did I order the wrong dish? Was the Ahi Tuna the correct choice? One will never know. All I figure, is that for the ambience, and associated ticket, the food should present as far warmer (arrived warm, but not hot), tastier, and far more creative. A passing grade, at 3 stars, but not a stellar one.
And so, this brings me to my final commentary- I ordered up the "Boiler House Teaser" for dessert. A pleasant surprise, a small sampling of 4 baby desserts landed on the table. Annhhh. Cute. I excitedly crammed the little macaroon into my date's mouth, and it completely crumbled, in shards, all over him and the table. Stale! Really stale! Shame on you, Boiler House! Although the remainder of the sampler was enjoyable, the stale macaroon is what really stands out.
I'd return here for drinks, the atmosphere, and the staff, however, I'd make plenty sure I was fed, first.
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