We had a night in downtown Milwaukee, and because of the interesting menu reasonable prices, and proximity (well, not really, about a mile-and-half away, and not comfortably walkable on a winter night), we chose Smyth in The Iron Horse Hotel:
http://www.theironhorsehotel.com/food-drink/smyth.htmlThe Iron Horse itself is of interest, sort of a local Hard Rock of recent vintage, and the fact that they were serving $ 0.05 beers to celebrate an anniversary of the Repeal of Prohibition certainly did not detract from its appeal.
In summary, the meal was good, but there were issues. Here's a brief rundown:
Appetizers: My wife had the fois gras and we commented on its value relative to Chicago pricing, until we saw the size of the serving, which turned out to be about four small bites. Damn good bites, though, beautifully caramelized and accompanied by an excellent apple confiture. I chose the day's special, a vegetable broth with meatball (yes, singular), which wasn't very special, the meatball reminiscent of a naked wonton.
Entrees: One lamb, nicely rare with a well-done garlicky crust , but a little tough; and a savory fish stew with cod and some crustaceans floating on a mix of beans, dried corn, artichokes, sweet peppers, and olives. The cod was a bit overwhelmed by this wonderful intermingling of flavors and I'm not too sure about the freshness of all the shellfish, but, in general, this was an enjoyable dish.
To end, we had a couple of solid Wisconsin cheeses and a bleu which turned out to be French, its only raison d'être for being on the menu, we conjectured, as an advertisement for the superiority of Wisconsin cheeses.
Service was superb, and we would have no qualms about returning (especially to celebrate another anniversary of Prohibition's repeal), although if we again had only one dinner to eat in Milwaukee I think we would probably venture elsewhere.
"The fork with two prongs is in use in northern Europe. In England, they’re armed with a steel trident, a fork with three prongs. In France we have a fork with four prongs; it’s the height of civilization." Eugene Briffault (1846)