A friend and I stopped in for a quick dinner yesterday. The food had some quirks but was pretty good. My friend wasn't very hungry, so she ordered the white bean hummus and Caesar salad. The hummus was creamy and flavorful and well served by the sweet, whole pickled Peppadew peppers and herb aioli on top. Sometimes I think hummus is boring; this was not.
The hummus did pose a logistical problem which was that it was served as a very thin schmear on a metal pie pan. Because neither the dip nor the pan had much weight, when one went to scoop the hummus with the grilled bread, crackers or a knife, the pan spun. Tip: Hang on to the pie pan.
The Caesar salad was peculiar. It looked like a pretty standard Caesar with chopped romaine, creamy dressing and shredded parmesan. However, the dressing contained horseradish which totally overtook the salad. I really like horseradish's piquancy, but in this case, it seemed to turn the salad into something else--entirely fine so long as one is not craving a traditional Caesar.
And then there were the croutons. They were GEB-sized, the size of small muffins but still square, and made with polenta which gave them the texture of croquettes but maybe softer because they were huge. I thought they were well-well seasoned, the insides very creamy yet lightened in a fine way by fresh herbs. Texturally, the croutons may have made the entire salad too creamy and mushy--my friend's conclusion--but eaten between bites of other food, I found the Caesar pretty compelling.
Some of the quirks I've noted so far would probably have remained noteworthy had I read the menu's fine print; I just would have been less surprised when we received and tasted our food. It happened again with the chicken we ordered. I was craving simple roast chicken, so when I thought that's what I saw on the menu, I requested it. What I got was a half chicken slathered in a lot of sticky, sweet sauce. The sauce verged on candy sweet, which would have been hard to overcome given my expectation for simple chicken, except that this was--even through the goo--a quality, quality bird. From Gunthrop Farms, I think, the meat was moist and really delicious. I scraped off as much of the sauce as I could, and ate everything else. (Actually, not-hungry friend after a taste ate quite a bit of the chicken, too.) The watercress salad on the side was an uninspired, tangled mess, and my friend liked but didn't find special the five-cheese mac and cheese.
I don't remember the details, but we also had a very enjoyable Zinfandel with our meal.
Among the other surprises at Frontier last night were that this place feels very much like a sports bar. I don't know what I was expecting in terms of the space--I suppose something more mellow--but I was not prepared for the sports bar crowd, line-up of 10 huge flatscreens and Top 40 alt rock played too loud.
And then there were the servers' "costumes." I might have missed this for I was shielding my eyes from the glare of the flatscreens, but then my friend said, "WTF with the Pocahontas costumes? Oh, yeah, the name of the place is
Frontier..." Granted, the Pocahontas costumes worn by the cute female servers were, shall I say, "contemporary"--lest anyone worry that Frontier might feel like a Disney Store. The leather headbands were very thin and minimalist. According to my friend, bedazzled, fringed boots were Jimmy Choo for UGG knock-offs. Flowy, tribal tops were worn over skinny jeans. I actually think Frontier is kind of a cool name; the themed outfits struck me as unnecessary.
Fashion criticism aside, we were greeted very warmly, and service was attentive and helpful during our short visit, especially since we were on a tight schedule. The food was curiously good; I'll go back to try more.