Tired of bizarre molecular cuisine that intrigues your mind but disappoints your palate? Tired of overly informative menus that tell you which side of the mountain your steak grazed on? Tired of buzzy restaurants where you have to shout to be heard? Come to the Ivy Inn. My husband and I split a wild mushroom appetizer drizzled with balsamic reduction that was lovely. I asked the chef to knock my socks off, and he damn near did: buttery chops from a perfectly cooked rack of baby lamb with smokin' hot merguez sausage, creamy mashed potatoes, wilted greens. Yum.
Spouse's osso buco was classic, perfectly prepared. Luxurious bread pudding. Excellent service, shockingly badly dressed clientele (hardly the restaurant's fault)! Worth every penny.
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