The place looks the same, except for the name change. The entranceway is lined with a wood and brass wine case. The bar has that great view over the Santa Rosa plain, although if you crane your neck up to watch sports on the TV, it soon begins to hurt. Outside there's a beautiful wind- protected patio for lunches al fresco. Inside, the dining room has banquettes along the inner wall and about a dozen tables scattered through the long room, some by picture windows.
Little lights hang from the high, bare wood ceiling, bringing pools of light to the banquet tables.
The tables are covered with well-worn linens that on close inspection have been patched any number of times. Small bud vases hold real carnations. The clientele seem to be busy executives in suits or elderly vacationers in casual clothes. This ain't Allentown, folks. Oddly, no soup was listed on the menu, but when I asked if soup was available, the waiter said yes and brought out a bowl of creamy corn soup.