This place has an identity crisis, from the menu to the decor it can't figure out its audience. We went here the other night and the list of specials was very large -- not a good sign, and the menu wandered all over the place. It should be 1/3 to 1/2 its current size and focus on what it does well.
I wish I could tell you what Choplin's does well. I had a Waldorf salad with a much too-sweet dressing and a onion soup that was flavorful but still too salty. My husband had a very bland penne and chicken w/ vodka, needed garlic or some kind of kick to it. Our kid had a heaping pile of fettucini with red sauce, nothing on the side and nothing to write home about.
The service was pleasant but very slow, especially considering there were only a couple other tables of diners. Usually I appreciate not being rushed but we had our 3 year-old with us and the pace needs to be faster with small children.
The atmosphere is odd. On one hand it has a bar with beer signs and a TV, but it also has kitschy sayings scattered around ("Live! Laugh! Love" type signage) as well as a section trying for a Paris bistro effect. None of it quite works. I wouldn't care if the food had been better, but when you are waiting a long time you get to noticing the other things not working.
My husband declared in the car that we would not be back, but I might be willing to chalk it up to an off night. Though it really needs to get its identity sorted out.