Had heard various good things about Glenn's here and 2nd hand through various friends.
Ended up wandering over because the 7-yr. old was too hungry for the 40 min. wait at Spacca.
First impression was very positive: dark-cozy, as opposed to dark-gloomy. Buzzing and crowded but not claustrophobic. Greeted at the door immediately by a friendly person, and escorted to the bar to wait for a table to be set. Liked the general vibe: regulars being greeted familiarly, and the place managing to work both for dates and families with kids.
When I saw the chalkboard menu on the wall, I gulped a bit seeing the dinner prices (nothing under $16.95), and fearing there was no other menu. However, the table was cleared for us within a minute. Waitress and menus followed directly, though the joint was jumping. A look at the regular menu and my wallet was back in diner-land, where it had hoped to be.
Everything looked good. Wife ordered what she meant to be the crabcake appetizer, but turned out to be the dinner. No great loss, as they were excellent. Self had the shrimp po-boy with potato pancake side and another side of mixed veg (green beans, wax beans, baby carrots). The boy first thought choc. chip pancakes for dinner would be a bit of alright, but then decided to ask for spaghetti and meatballs (hold the meatballs).
Our waitress was quick, competent, and very friendly.
As mentioned, my wife very much enjoyed her crabcakes and the red pepper relish they came with. And the 3 cakes made up a very generous portion. I liked the shrimp po' boy a lot. The roll was soft rather than crusty, but that worked for me together with the "in-house" tartar sauce, crunch of raw onion and pretty generous shrimp.
The Summer Wheat Leinie also went nicely with this sandwich.
The boy dove into his spaghetti with marinara and pronounced it excellent. I am forced to disagree, and here's where the A/A- started to slip away: First the spaghetti was decidedly overdone. Second, the red sauce was completely undistinguished. Altogether smooth, no chunks or texture. A bit of dried herb flavor (at least to my tongue). Third when the bill came, they charged the full $11.95. They have a right, I suppose, but for my money, when a 7-yr. old orders noodles and sauce without the meatballs, you don't charge the full $11.95. That goes double when the noodles are over-cooked and the sauce is mediocre. I can't really see why this item would be on as carefully wrought a menu as Glenn's has.
The 2nd demerit was the "Glenn's potato pancake" that came with my po' boy. I don't know what was going on there. First, it was neither deep fried, nor even pan fried like a latke. It appeared to have been unsuccssfully cooked on the grill with no oil at all. The outside had some blackening in the center of both sides, the rest was fish-belly white. Not a bit of it bore any trace of browning from hot oil, nor any crispyness. I mean, what the hell else is a potato pancake for if not oil and crispyness?
It was formed from a very coarse shred of potatos, like hash browns, (as opposed to fine-grated like a latke, or at least my family's latkes) but it was bound by some odd creamy substance (egg/cream/flour? Dunno.) Whatever it was, it didn't cook or set in it's brief time on the grill, it just existed there, wetly occupying the interstices between the not-fully-cooked potato shreds. It was as if this was meant to be a french sort of baked potato casserole dish that someone tried to do on a griddle by mistake. And boy, was it a mistake. I don't believe I have ever in my life failed to finish a potato item of any kind before now. But there was just nothing going on there. I felt like Tom Colicchio looking at some wayward contestant and asking, "What were you thinking?"
I definitely want to try breakfast, and want to give the chalkboard items a try. It looks like that's where they are really putting their attention. I liked the descriptions, and I liked the look of the plates that went by. But it does give one pause to encounter a kitchen with definite aspirations that falls down on boiling spaghetti and frying potatoes.
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