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Don and I went the first time - and, reservationless, we were told we could either wait 90 minutes for a table or sit at the counter, which is how we discovered it. Seems there are almost always seats back there. I ordered a pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon, seared and then finished in the oven and served over a bed of sauteed dandelion greens with salsify. Don had braised beef cheeks, which are the actual jaw muscles of the animal - the waiter told us they were particularly tender because of all the exercise they get from chewing! When there's a bit of down time, the chefs are happy to talk with you about the dishes and explain techniques.
The second time I went by myself, and had a lovely seared ahi tuna with a grapefruit vinaigrette. Menus here. Went great with a New Zealand Marlborough sauvignon blanc, my new favorite. As I sat there, I thought about how much my mom would have enjoyed the experience, and remembered watching her cook in the restaurant we owned. And I didn't feel quite so alone in a strange city after that!
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