When we first entered the Rosewood ––years ago shortly after it opened –– we encountered an indifferent waitstaff and a manager with the social skills of Jabba the Hutt. Even though the place was almost empty, they refused to put two tables together for our larger party. We responded with a boycott (and a girlcott, too! Take that!)
We returned a couple of weeks ago at the urging of our millennial contingent, and what a change! Jabba was gone. The interior had been redesigned, and street-sided seating added along 26th. The menu features tasty variations for comfort foodies at reasonable prices. I had the chicken pot pie. Crust was perfectly executed, chicken not the processed cubes of my Banquet childhood, and lots of potatoes inside with an interesting sauce. Our millennials, refusing to endorse chicken waterboarding, opted for Mac N Cheese and Eggplant Pot Pie. Faithful companion had the salmon. Nicely done, across the board.
Efficient service, pleasant atmosphere and sheltered location just down the hill from Proctor District.
The Rosewood is now on our roster of regular lunch places. Check it out!