Before considering dessert, we were encouraged to check out the view. “I sometimes suggest people go outside at this point, enjoy the view and the air, maybe do a few laps,” our server joked. This encouragement sent a very clear message that made us feel even more at ease than we already were: “We are not trying to rush you out the door so we can flip your table. Make yourself comfortable, stay awhile.” It felt odd to temporarily abandon our table, but once we were outside — strolling around the patio, watching planes float by at eye-level, and breathing in one of the best views in the city — we were glad to have taken our server's suggestion seriously. While we were outside, David captured a cool long-exposure of downtown with a plane coming in.
Back at our table, we received an intermezzo, a refreshing scoop of citrus sorbet in a pool of Prosecco. We couldn’t help but be conscious of Mister A’s fancy French origins when David pointed out that the martini glass had been served “on a doily on a small plate, that is on another doily, on a larger plate.”
The desserts looked amazing, but I was only up for one more bite, so I chose to taste the salted caramel ganache bar, with peanut praline crisp and brown butter popcorn ice cream. Salt, sugar, creamy, crunchy, it was everything I'd want a final bite to be. I chose wisely.
While we were finishing dessert, a man and woman were seated at a table nearby. The man — probably in his late twenties or early thirties – held a ball cap his hands. He placed it on the table as he took his seat. I grabbed the maître d and confirmed what I’d suspected — that he’d had to ask the gentleman to please remove his hat, and the guy “wasn’t happy about it.” He also told me that, on Valentine’s Day, he’d offered a jacket to a young man who’d arrived in a tank top. Rather than accepting the offer, the man, offended, chose to leave.
“The gentlemen are the biggest issue,” Thorsen shared. “The ladies all come dressed to the nines, but guys come in t-shirts and jeans.” I commented about another man I'd noticed, two tables over, who was wearing a pink short-sleeved Polo shirt with a collar. “I never would have seen that here ten years ago,” I said. Thorsen explained that as long as there is a “business casual” appropriateness to the attire, the staff doesn't intervene. “Really, though, we take it on a case-by-case basis.”