Anson11 is a wonderful work in progress. We have had dinner twice, the first time in mid-May and the last time this past Saturday. I haven't had drinks or snacks in the bistro downstairs yet, although the happy hour sounds like an attractive proposition.
The food is very good, creative and elegant. Some dishes fail to hit their mark. I ordered the fig and prosciutto appetizer last Saturday. It was okay, but it should have been superb. My trio of Colorado lamb was also just okay. The confit was mushy, the other two elements were good, but not great.
My wife had the steak tartare appetizer. The tartare was excellent, but it was served with potato chips, instead of melba toast or some other, appropriate cracker. The potato chips seemed like they came straight out of a grocery store bag, not from the frying pan in the kitchen. She followed that dish with the Muscovy duck breast, which was also excellent.
We were with the same friends on both occasions. They enjoyed the lobster raviolo appetizer, the duck breast, and the duo of pork. Again, the food is very good.
On the May visit, the service was very good. Last Saturday, the service was a bizarre trip to an alternate universe.
There was huge confusion as to the status of burrata in the kitchen, such that I had three conversations on the topic of whether it would accompany my fig and prosciutto appetizer or not. In the end, it proved to be the best part of my appetizer.
The selection and service of our wine was the alternate universe part of our dinner. We had decided to enjoy a pinot noir with our meals, as we were all having entrees well suited to that particular varietal. Upon hearing of our intentions, our waiter enthusiastically recommended a particular wine from the Sonoma Coast, saying Anson11 is the exclusive restaurant with this particular wine. I had never heard of the wine. As the waiter was sketchy on details, I asked for a look at the bottle.
There was none of the usual information on the bottle, and Vivino didn't have it in their database, when I took a picture of the label. In retrospect, the scarcity of information should have been a huge warning signal.
We proceeded to order the wine, then waited while the waiter struggled mightily to remove the wax cover on the cork, and uncork the bottle. He poured me a taste, and I found it be quite good. No fireworks or anything, but tasty nonetheless.
Fast forward to the point where we are down to the last quarter of the bottle, and I'm thinking I should order another bottle. I ask the waiter who's pouring into my glass at that moment, not our primary waiter but another fellow, the price of the wine. He looks at me and says, "Three seventy".
My immediate reaction was to think this wine couldn't possibly cost $3.70. Surely he couldn't mean $370. So I look at him and asked, "Three seventy? Do you mean three hundred and seventy dollars?" He smiles, and nods his head.
Needless to say, some intense conversations with the floor manager and the general manager ensued, and a barely affordable and acceptable resolution was reached. Fortunately, in this process of terse negotiations, I found the general manager to be Oscar, who was our favorite waiter and manager when Tabla opened a few years ago. He had disappeared for a couple of years. It's great to find him again, although the circumstances could have been much better.
By now, you're probably wondering what the wine was. It was the inaugural (2012) vintage of Boars' View Pinot Noir, made by Fred and Carol Schrader of Schrader Cellars in Calistoga, CA, with grapes from their new (5 years old) vineyard on the Sonoma coast. I will post a photo of the empty bottle, which I insisted on keeping as a memento of our long, strange trip of a meal at Anson11.
Will I eat there again? Of course, especially now that I have found Oscar, but I will be very, very careful with the wait staff and their limited knowledge of wine and proper wine service. read more