Wanting to try Fork, for a long time, my BFF, was in charge of making dinner reservations for our girls weekend. She gave me a few choices, Fork being one of them, and I told her, "whatever you want, dear." Because a true BFF is like your second spouse. She was dying to try Fork too, so, Fork it was.
We went at 8:30 on a Saturday night, and while the ambience is kind of hip, but classy, it definitely isn't a place where you want to go on a first date, unless you either have the retirees reservation, or the late late reservation, because it was definitely loud. And honestly, thank god, because when we're together, we make up for the fact that we have kids, and we swear like truckers in prom dresses. We dress up well, but we definitely are the klassy with a K type after a few mixed drinks.
One of the best things about Fork is that everything is as local and as fresh as possible. The menu changes daily, so if you really liked something, too bad. You're not going to be sticking with your tried and true next time. If you're a true foodie, this is like your wet dream.
One of the drawbacks is that we were sat right next to the kitchen. Again, we're Klassy, so thankfully we could be a little louder and no one was staring at us with disgust, but listen, if I want to see my food being prepared, I'd stay at home. The whole open kitchen thing doesn't appeal to me. I trust that if I'm at a reputable restaurant, you're probably not spitting or releasing other bodily fluids into my food, so put up a wall. Not to Friday's: take the wall down, you're probably spitting in my food.
We ordered a crusted shrimp appetizer with greens, and it was amazing. It was lick the plate good. (We refrained. Maybe we have a hint of classy in us, afterall). However, I ordered the smoked duck, and guys, I'm sorry, but it was just, ugh. It was hammy. And very tough. And I LOVE duck with puffy hearts. Everything else that we ordered though, was fantastic. My sister's chicken was succulent. The BFF's veal was like butter. All of our sides were delectable.
Dessert was great. The BFF got a cookie spread and was in love with her amaretti and ganache. I made the mistake of dipping my salted caramel (A-EFFING-MAZING) into her ganache and I almost got myself killed. My sister chose the standard creme brulee. Definitely never a bad choice.
I definitely want to try Fork out at least one more time. I wouldn't say it was my favorite, but it was good enough to give a second chance. The service was great, our server was a bit weird, but she was a good server nonetheless.
Maybe she was just weird because we're so klassy.
(Also, it pains me to spell classy incorrectly, as I hate to bastardize words, but honestly, it can't be helped here. We're just rough around the edges sometimes). read more