Olive Cafe: Good, not great. I like the kofta (both plate and sandwich), which is as subtle and addictive as the excellent hummus. The chicken on the chicken kabob sandwich was tender but oddly flavorless and the pita isn’t as good as the stuff you can get in bags (and freeze!) at World Harvest. The temperature of the restaurant is out of whack half the time. In December people were wearing gloves inside; last night it was 85 degrees at least.
Sycamore Restaurant: Family dinner the other night was a treat. Gnoochi and a side of snap peas were a hit with the kids and my duck two-way (seared breast and confit of leg) was rich and tender (and fantastic left over). Mrs. SMEs’ halibut sounded good on the menu and looked good on the plate but didn’t taste like much of anything. On draft, the St. Gen. IPA is worth a taste; in bottles, try the Founders “Devil Dancer” Triple IPA.
Broadway Brewery: Go check out the new summer menu, which has greatly expanded and become a vegetarian’s wet dream. We ate very well the other day on grilled margherita flatbread, a fantastic kale soup and creamy polenta cakes topped with a stunning, punchy ragout of tomatoes and summer vegetables. Could have passed only on the chorizo and cheese dip. Bravo, Broadway.
Jazz: Um, yuck. How does this place stay in business? My gumbo was okay, but a platter of crawdads was nasty. Unfresh, no spice, just bad, bad, bad. And I don’t think it’d be possible to more comprehensively break a creamy Cajun pasta sauce than they did. Awe-inspiring, really.