Town Hall in SF, CA
Had a wonderful dinner a few nights ago at Town Hall, a hot SF joint that opened in 2003 to rave reviews. Sexy young things gathered at the bar and the walk-in communal table by the door, scoping each other out, and laughing uproariously. I planned in advance (we were with an older couple), and made reservations on Open Table weeks ahead of time. There was a slight wait, but the hostess was lovely, and made us feel welcomed while we were waiting in the foyer. When I expressed a desire to sit inside instead of outside under the heat lamps, she said, "Of course you can sit inside! Outside is for walk-ins only!"
The cocktails at the bar were tiny (don't waste your $$), but the food was awesome. I had perfectly-cooked salmon on a brussels sprout hash with grits. Now, I hate hate hate grits, but I swear these grits tasted like rice pudding. I love rice pudding, so I ate every last bit. I couldn't believe how good they were. Even thinking about them now gives me the chills. MH started with a butter lettuce salad with candied walnuts and bleu cheese dressing. It was very well-put together, with just the right amount of dressing coating each lettuce leaf. MH got a delicious-looking lamb for the main, and wouldn't let me try any (it was that good). UL got a salad with mebrillo (yum!), and the rib-eye steak. We had an incredible wine (New Zealand Marlborough Pinot Noir), which was pricey, but excellent.
As we were leaving (just after 9:30pm), a large table full of young-ish women in cocktail dresses was just sitting down for the evening. We pushed our way out through the bar past the sexy young things - it was even more crowded than it had been at 7:30, elated to be out in the night air. We drove home full and happy.
The cocktails at the bar were tiny (don't waste your $$), but the food was awesome. I had perfectly-cooked salmon on a brussels sprout hash with grits. Now, I hate hate hate grits, but I swear these grits tasted like rice pudding. I love rice pudding, so I ate every last bit. I couldn't believe how good they were. Even thinking about them now gives me the chills. MH started with a butter lettuce salad with candied walnuts and bleu cheese dressing. It was very well-put together, with just the right amount of dressing coating each lettuce leaf. MH got a delicious-looking lamb for the main, and wouldn't let me try any (it was that good). UL got a salad with mebrillo (yum!), and the rib-eye steak. We had an incredible wine (New Zealand Marlborough Pinot Noir), which was pricey, but excellent.
As we were leaving (just after 9:30pm), a large table full of young-ish women in cocktail dresses was just sitting down for the evening. We pushed our way out through the bar past the sexy young things - it was even more crowded than it had been at 7:30, elated to be out in the night air. We drove home full and happy.