My wife and I finally, finally got around to eating here. The experience was memorable, the pacing/presentation impeccable, the dishes themselves never boring and sometimes thrilling. And compared to other pricey places, I couldn't imagine feeling more comfortable. My wife pointed out how unusual it is to upscale-dine mostly with people our own ages (early 30s).
And yet ... there's not a single thing we ate that I'd honestly ever want to eat again.
Sure, several of the offerings were quite good or maybe better - beer and cheese soup, with a small bonus glass of Three Floyds for each of us; "gin" salad; urchin ice cream. A couple were minor disappointments (pad thai). But is it success or failure on the part of the menu that I left literally satisfied? As in, didn't want more, didn't want less, glad I went, but otherwise done and done? I feel kind of guilty about this, since there's really nothing I would have necessarily changed about the experience.
Except maybe the lamb brains. I had my back to the (very, very loud, so loud I wished they had turned up the kitchen music to drown out the other diners) room, but my wife relayed to me sights of several patrons pushing the things around on their plates with a funny look on their face. Personally, I thought the brains tasted like a cross between tofu and cream cheese, and while I don't regret eating them, the mental memory (if you pardon the phrase) doesn't sit that well with me or my stomach.