I swear to the Flying Spaghetti Monster that I went to this place Friday night with the intention of returning home and doing my chowist duty by being the first to write it up . . . and this thread pops up.
Fine. I can't comment first, but I can still do my duty.
From the outside, it looks like one of 10,001 old neighborhood bars. Signage is kind of tough to see. Inside - surprise! It's an old neighborhood bar. Cleaned up some, with movie posters [Godfather III and Once Upon a Time in America???] and Sox memorabilia [dude, you're on the north side now] on the walls. Looks like the original tin ceiling, painted in the past 25 years and snaked with conduit. Tables are covered in cloth, white butcher paper over that. Some chairs are restaurant-diner standard, some are those $7 plastic lawn chairs. Patrons at the bar/restaurant, early on a Friday, consistent with the aging haute working-class nature of the neighborhood. Couple of guys at the bar nursing a drink & having a cigarette.
Enough decor. Menu has various standard fishes [tilapia, salmon, catfish,trout], crab cakes, chowder. [I forgot to ask if the standard menu items are fresh or frozen.] Some sandwiches, some non-fish items for non-fish eaters. There are 4 or 5 specials listed on a chalk board, among them arctic char, escolar, more trout, and cod. I ask the eager-to-be-helpful waitress about the specials, and she does a good job of giving me a run-down on the fish specials and their prep. I ended up ordering the escolar [in an americaine sauce] because she told me it was the freshest fish, having just come in that morning [the chef later said it had come in the day before...].
Bread comes to the table; it's very mediocre french bread, sliced, and heated up so that it's dry & crusty on the outside and cold in the middle. At an upcharge of $1, I have a caesar salad with a dressing that tastes like it was made on site, not too bad. My fish arrives; a reasonably sized filet, nice pool of sauce underneath it, and a handful of perfectly grilled veggies [potoato, mushroom, squash, I forget what else]. The grilled filet is an irregular shape, leading to overcooked, stringy edges and a medium-warm inside. It's a nice, tasty piece of fish, but I'm not thrilled with the unevenness of the cooking. The place was fairly empty, and Chef Peter came by to check on things. I asked him about the shape of the fish, and he proceeded to tell me how huge the fish was and how big the pieces he'd seen could get - which left me wondering about my oddly-shaped filet.
I went into Pier 5736 really wanting to like the place, but I left indifferent. Dinner was $24, plus an $8 martini and $8 glass of wine [both of which felt priced a little high, especially the martini]. At that price point, I can think many places I can go and feel I've eaten a more interesting meal, or a meal where the details are looked after with more finesse, or a much more abundant meal. I admit I don't know what the retail price of escolar is, but by the time I paid tax and put down a tip, I was out $50 for a meal for myself. And I expect a more rewarding experience than this for that amount of money.
They have a $20 special on Wednesday and Thursday nights: choice of selected fish, appetizer and desert, and Monday and Sunday nights a chef's choice [according to the web site; I didn't see the Sunday/Monday special mentioned in the restaurant]. Specials may be the way to go here. When I walk into a restaurant that looks like a neighborhood bar, I expect more of a value than I feel like I got here, which was a decent meal at a far-from-cheap price.
Giovanna
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