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| - It's hard to sum up my feelings about this place. "Meh" seems to be the closest description. In fact, that was the exact response when I asked my boyfriend how his french onion soup was.
Let's start at the beginning. The Mill opened a few months ago in that big brick building where the old Fishbone Grill used to be. When you walk in you can see that they didn't do much remodeling, but they didn't need to. The exposed wood rafters, stained concrete floor, and low brick dividing walls leftover from Fishbone fit perfectly into the mill house/country vintage chic vibe they were going for. The atmosphere was nice, subtle, and infused with some softer classic rock. The atmosphere isn't as important as the food, and unfortunately in this case the food did not quite compare.
We had crab dip, french onion soup, and fettuccine alfredo, which we got in that order and in a timely fashion. The crab dip was good, with a nice layer of melty pepper jack cheese that lent just the right amount of spice to an otherwise average dip. The aforementioned "meh" french onion soup came alongside my salad, a mixture of greens (no brown iceburg here) with a disappointing honey mustard dressing. The soup itself was "fine, but like they pulled it off before it was done cooking", lacking the deep, stewed-for-days flavor that makes a fantastic french onion soup. The alfredo was fine. Thick, creamy, a little too much pepper an not enough garlic, but a generous portion for nine dollars. We split it and still ended up taking half home.
Would I recommend The Mill? Sure. There's something for everyone, and the service, atmosphere, and beer, can probably make up for the mediocre food.
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