To make matters worse, it was accompanied by an embarrassing preparation of rice and an inedible trio of steamed broccoli, carrots and yellow squash, which added absolutely nothing but color to the plate. In addition, it took forever to get out of the Solarium. Even though the restaurant was far from busy, the service was incredibly plodding, with interminable periods during which our server quite literally vanished. We waited on every snippet of our meal, causing a workday lunch hour to stretch alarmingly to nearly two hours. If you're punching a clock, beware.
Dinner is livelier.
Happy hour draws in the younger crowd and the resulting conversational buzz permeating the place gives the impression of a happening scene. Unfortunately, this energy doesn't seem to have penetrated as far as the kitchen, where a spirit of ennui pervades most every preparation. A sprinkling of Tabasco or red chile infused the roux with a gentle and pleasing piquancy. The house salad consisted of mixed mesclun greens, red cabbage and fresh tomatoes topped with the house dijon vinaigrette. Nothing revolutionary, but certainly enjoyable.