Quite frankly uncommon.....been going there to eat...with friends..... on dates.....on business....and alone just to eat since it opened a little over 20 years ago [??]. It is the restaurant that I compare all others to, and I have eaten well all over the world and every continent but The Anti-Artic One.
So this is my revenge on Craig the owner who is the chef and The Divine Mizz P The Queen of The Front.
You will find no white table clothes here but white cloth napkins yes and the quality of the service is the standard by which I judge all others. Most come up slightly wanting, even is Chicago or Paris but more on those later. Craig has rules and one thing I know for sure is that you will have to put up with a chirpy "Hi my name is whatever" and no employee is allow to smoke while on the job....period.....no waiting in this joint while some idiot takes their last two puffs before remembering....."Oh piddle......should have given that one table their billet doux before I had that ciggie......crummy tippers anyways!!" Chef Common does have his rules and one is he does cook any more but watches his students [many who have gone on to open their own joints] and somethings comes out ready and the wiatron is busy [they never stop moving] the he will serve the meal and a greeting. I was once half way thru a very delicios slice pork tenderloin when he came out and took it out from in front of me announcing that I should never should have been served it in that state. Could have fooled me but what do I know.
OH YEAH....bring ear plugs......NOISIEST joint the the world when it is busy and working under a full head of steam.....no the time for a romantic tryst.....late lunches at the grill are best for that.