Row House

When you don’t have a kitchen, you tend to eat out.  That’s how we ended up at Row House last week.  I had walked past the restaurant the previous day and made a mental note of the outdoor seating.  When all of a sudden we had our first warm evening (and a disaster of a kitchen), I suggested we grab supper there.

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While Row House looked fine during the day, it was hoppin at night.  The crowd was great – I saw some super fashionable ladies just off work, several dapper gents, and a couple of gal groups.  The place also looks best at night when the primary colored glass gets a chance to show off.

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We started with cocktails at the bar while waiting for an outdoor table to open up.  My beau stuck with beer, but I tried a cocktail called the Aggressive Negotiation that was just that: an aggressive amount of booze negotiating with the flavor gods so drinkers would never know how much alcohol it contained.  It was like a lemon meringue pie that packed quite the punch.

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We started with an app of deviled eggs because I love them so.  I don’t always order them at restaurants because I make them well and often on my own; however, I made an exception for this more unique preparation.  The eggs were brined in beet juice and they were topped with yuzu pickled jalapenos and crispy chicken skin.  They were the perfect bite to start.

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For entrées, Albert ordered the steak with mashed potatoes and asparagus, while I got the green goddess cobb, which was topped with both chicken AND steak (in addition to all the standard cobb fixins.  The portions were large and we both agreed the meal was overall very good.

Also, everyone was nice.  This is a solid spot for contemporary American cuisine AND I just learned there’s a speakeasy downstairs!  That alone merits a return visit.