Decent food but a not too pleasant ambiance that turned what could have been an enjoyable experience into something much less.
First of all, it's part of the Hotel Mark Twain, which does little for its reputation as a happening restaurant. To be fair, you don't have to go through the hotel to get to Fish and Farm, but you definitely get the feeling that at the wrong time of day you could be shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of expense account eaters.
And shoulder to shoulder is definitely what you'll be, because there's not much space between the tables. It was also too warm (it was hot!) in there. The place is also echo-y and therefore noisy. And it smelled of the Fish. Someone - or rather, a lot of the clientele - had clearly chosen fishy mealz prior to our arrival, as that was the pervading aroma when we entered.
We didn't help, as we started by sharing the Calamari (not bad at all, and not the usual breaded and fried variety, but crisp and grilled, with olives, garlic, shallots, arugula and frisee), and then Pavey had the Halibut ("over done, not properly seasoned, and one of my least enjoyed halibuts for a long time"), while I had the Ribeye (a great steak, one that madame kept taking slices of as a substitute for her less than stellar halibut).
I'm glad we went there, but not so glad that I'll be pressing to go back soon.
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