My wife and I tried this restaurant which is located behind Merv's. We had heard about it from someone else, and based on their recommendation, we had to try it for ourselves. The food is wonderful. I highly recommend the New York Strip. All of the food (Gumbo served before the meal, Steamed Vegetables, and Blueberry Muffin) is homemade. The steak comes with a pat of some type of Bleu cheese butter w/garlic, sundried tomatoes. I didn't think this would be too good, but it compliments the steak wonderfully. We had the lemon bar for dessert. The place is very small, but it's great.
We went to dinner Wednesday evening. Everything was excellent. Husband had butternut squash risotta, and it was flavorful and cooked to perfection. I had pork medallions. My father-in-law had the New York strip and gave it a thumbs up. The veggies were perfectly steamed, and the chocolate chess pie was wonderful (dense chocolate with an excellent crust). The serving sizes were just perfect -- adequate without being overwhelming. Service was good also. Only disappointment, and it was a mild one, was the yeast roll. Okay, but nothing outstanding. I would recommend the restaurant. We got there at 6:00 and waited about 15 minutes. It's small with only a few tables. I've heard the lunch is there too with excellent soups.
Table is located in the shell of a ca. 1920’s two bedroom house. The interior has been opened, but not renovated. Parking is in the rear with entrance up a slight flight of stairs into small rooms beside the kitchen which serve as foyer, drink station and order pick-up. This opens onto the dining area. Mismatched wooden tables and chairs crowd the space. Navigation can be difficult, when full the noise is a bit loud, and the seating comfort is more “home-style” then restaurant. Decorations consist mainly of framed photos and family type memorabilia. All of this is in keeping with Table being a true “Mom &Pop” place, with “Pop” cooking and “Mom” tending the front; on our visit she was assisted by two servers. The regular menu (lunch and dinner) has sandwiches, salads, soups an plus a rotating list of daily casseroles; cost averages about $10. Evenings, a board of specials is presented with prices in the $13-$19 range, the last for a fillet. Each entree comes with soup or salad and the two vegetables of the day. Each time a salad was ordered, our server asked ”Will raspberry vinaigrette be o.k.?” which raises the suspicion that the salads were pre-made and dressed to speed service. The salads were fine. The “2 Squashes Soup” was basically a chowder with chunks of potatoes and, indeed, two slices each of crookneck and zucchini. There was some discussion as to whether small, chewy morsels were bits of clam, and there may have been a little clam juice in the chowder. The chili was thick with ground meat and beans, a mundane tomato sauce and no noticeable spicing. Chicken enchiladas were two flour tortillas wrapped around chicken in cheese sauce with a little sauce drizzled on top; they had not been dipped in sauce nor finished in the oven. The chicken pot pie had no crust. The bowl was filled with a creamy sauce containing potato, a few pieces of carrot, and a few of chicken. Two mini-biscuits topped the bland concoction. The trout was crusted in panko and almond and was properly cooked. The crusted added nothing to the dish. The “Crispy Pork Tenderloin” revealed itself as chicken fried pork. In place of white gravy, a ”chardonnay mushroom sauce” was served. It was thick, vaguely sweet and had a couple slices of mushroom. Only copious quantities of salt and pepper coaxed flavor from the dish. The potato casserole and mélange of fresh and frozen veggies (carrot, green beans and corn) were adequate. Service was slow and inattentive; silver was not replaced without asking, and a knife was handed blade first. Water was not refilled at all during the meal.
There is no such thing as a reasonable cork fee. $4 to wash a glass? Please!
They always mean beautiful things like hummingbirds. I always reply by saying that I think of a little child in east Africa with a worm burrowing through his eyeball. The worm cannot live in any other way, except by burrowing through eyeballs. I find that hard to reconcile with the notion of a divine and benevolent creator. David Attenborough, on crediting God for the wonders of the world.
Open & pour the wine, set the glasses, remove &wash the glasses. Yeah, it's not much work (but cheaper then the more typical $10, but that is when you're not buying their wine). I really don't begrudge them the few bucks. If I'm bringing wine it's in anticipation of fine(ish) dining and wine service is, for me an accepted part of it. But given my opinion of BT, all this is moot.