I had never before heard of this place (despite being the expert epicurean that I sometimes like to…read morepretend that I am) before my oldest friend's girlfriend contacted me and said they were planning a surprise birthday party for my friend. Was I in? Of course.
Sear House Grill is located below my least favorite snarl of confusing, dangerous highways and traffic in NJ (namely, where Rt 80, Rt 46 and Rt 23 all interconnect and intertwine), but my drive to the restaurant was relatively easy, coming in on Rt. 46 E., past the Willowbrook Mall, and heading straight down Rt. 23 S. for about a half mile, safely bypassing, for the most part, that agita-inducing traffic. Sear House is located on the right side of the highway, just over the river and a stone's throw away from the AMC theatre in Wayne.
(I'm reminded that the Meadowbrook Nightclub used to be a little further down Rt. 23 in Cedar Grove. My father had been there a few times, back in the days when they featured Billie Holiday and Anita O'Day. I remember seeing a picture of Lou Costello enjoying himself there in the company of corrupt Paterson political boss Joe Bozzo. The Meadowbrook was still open when I was a young man, but I never ventured inside, as the concerts they were featuring then usually involved "artists" like Duran Duran, Flock of Seagulls, and Billy Idol. Definitely not my musical "cups of tea." Anyway...)
There was valet parking, which I'm not used to, and not entirely comfortable with, but what were my other options? Once inside the restaurant, I was directed to the back "wine room," where the party was to be held. Despite my lack of interior decorating skills, it was, even to this unsophisticated plebeian, a beautiful room. Spacious, with discreetly placed but illuminating lights, it's a perfect place for a surprise party, or any party.
Speaking of plebeian, the prices here are definitely for the patrician class, those with much disposable income to spend. Perusing their on-line menu, I noted that onion soup is $15, iceberg wedge salad is $18, a side of hash browns cost $14 (HASH BROWNS!?! Yep..), a cheeseburger is $25, and so forth and so on.
Fortunately, everything had been taken care of by those who arranged the party, and guests were able to choose from a fixed menu. After my friend had arrived, and pleasantries had been exchanged among the guests (a group made up of 99.9 % family, and me, although my friend's sister, whom I've known since her infancy, said, "Ed's family," which was nice for an insecure neurotic like me to hear, and very much appreciated), we sat down to appetizers. Shrimp in a kind of glazed sauce, meatballs, calamari, a superlative antipasto platter (I stayed away from the hot peppers and stuck to tomatoes and a thick wedge or 2 of fresh mozzarella).
For the main course, or entree, we could choose between steak, chicken parmigiana, and salmon. I thought briefly about steak, but went for the chicken parmigiana instead, and I was glad I did. My plate was served with a sizeable, delicious portion of chicken parmigiana, along with a creamy risotto (I'm not the biggest fan of risotto...generally speaking, I can take it or leave it alone...but the portion I had this particular night was exceptional), and fresh vegetables. Topped off with a velvety carrot cake for dessert. Ample portions of stellar food...what more could 1 ask for? How about an open bar and complimentary "airplane" bottles of Vodka? I stayed away from the alcohol, but the servers kept me in full glasses of water and Coke. I ended with a cup of black coffee to see me through on my drive back home. No alcohol for me to worry about, but I'm not a kid, my stamina is not what it used to be, and I could feel the beginnings of a "food coma" starting to work on me. So... home to bed.
Obviously, what I experienced wasn't what 1 might experience walking in off the street with a friend or significant other, but based on what I did experience, this is a 1st-rate restaurant serving delicious, expertly prepared food. Prices are hefty but then the cliche "You pay for what you get" has never been truer than it is these days, unfortunately. For the exorbitant money, you get a 1st-rate dining experience, Even the restrooms were clean, roomy, and private.
I do have to note, in passing, that in talking about the whole experience with my friend later on, I mentioned that in the past the open bar would have been an irresistable temptation to the addicted wastrel that I once was. My friend said, "Well, a lot of the young people there did get f"cked up. That friendly young man you were talking to ended up in the bathroom, throwing up." "Ah, well...that's too bad. But...he's young yet." "We were there once, weren't we?" "Yes, we were."
Sometimes the memories evoked when we celebrate the milestones we pass by in our often painful, occasionally joyful, journey through life can be very much bittersweet ones.
Happy birthday, old friend!
Sear House Grill? Highly recommended.