I wouldn't say this is exactly my kind of place, the food was good enough to give it four stars but the somber, overly important atmosphere rendered this place 3 stars from me. If you've ever seen Portlandia with the episode where the diners have to know about the chicken's life before they eat it, this is a version of that. There is a full description of each vegetable's existence before being placed on your plate. It also was a bit of the "I will have to speak with chef to see if chef will allow you to have olive oil on the table." mindset.
Ok, those are the negatives. The positives are that the food really was delicious. I loved the creamy Oregon blue cheese dressing with my beets. In fact we all really enjoyed our meals. My New York steak was very tasty but a little too clean, too free of oil/grease that is so wonderful with a nice steak. Dessert as well was really yummy. We also loved one of our waiters who was so kind to speak with us about Arizona wines that I assumed were all atrocious and he corrected me on that. Our other waiter that evening was a bit too cold and snobbish.
Therefore, if you fancy yourself a gourmand, you gain nutrition from the spirituality of the cosmos and you catch flies alive in your house and gently free them outside while whispering, "Fly little creature fly" then this is your place. If, instead, you like to scream at the Minnesota Vikings for losing another idiotic game to the Bears while chomping on the finest ingredient filled delectable pizza then this is not your game.