While the chicken had improved by my third visit, the grilled salmon, cooked nicely and obviously fresh, seemed lifeless in a swamp of white beans with a tough, chewy mushroom tamale. I'll save you the tedium. Given their richness, you might conclude it's a misnomer. Just the chocolate espresso bar is enough dessert for anyone. It's like double-concentrated fudge, so intense that the whipped cream is needed to lighten it.
Greenwood is eccentric, unpredictable, alternately delightful and frustrating.
This restaurant tempts me to join the dialogue, to warn my neighboring diners to proceed cautiously among the fish dishes, to encourage them to spring for the steak or to try the mussels with potatoes. I'd urge them to order an appetizer each and share an entree rather than vice versa, or to consider making a meal of the fondue. Greenwood is a quirky restaurant, and it deserves its opinionated public. AE, MC, V. Reservations required. Separate smoking area.