The decor and the ambiance are quite lovely; the wait staff were mostly pretty good (see note below) but the food on the other hand... it ain't so good and it's damn expensive considering the quality. \r
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For starters my wife and I shared a salad (frisée, red leaf lettuce, gorgonzola and pecans drenched in a balsamic olive oil dressing) and scallop fritters. The salad at $9 was nothing to warrant that price and frankly, we've done it better. The scallop fritters for $13 were really nothing more than 2 or 3 scallops quartered, dipped in a beer batter and served with a ""ginger sweet soy sauce"" that reminded us of something you buy at Trader Joe's. The entrees were a farm raised salmon with a dijon/ horseradish sauce ($26) and a crab cake (supposedly 99% lump and claw meat) served with a lemon sauce ($27). Both entree sauces were notable for being largely undistinguished and bland. Each entree came with (no kidding) a half a pound of cooked broccoli! It sort of reminded us of an Iron Chef episode...today's secret ingredient is BROCCOLI. We like broccoli but this was a bit of overkill! This was uninspired cooking at its best (or is that its worst?). Also making an appearance was the shoe string potatoes ($7 - wait a minute $7 for french fries?!). \r
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The farm raised salmon was as bland as the stuff you can get at Acme and if the crab cakes had any lump or back fin meat, it was not apparent. All we both could taste was canned crab meat (not cold packed )and quite frankly, we've had better crab cakes at Myrna's Cafe or the Drake right up the street from 211 York. The shoe string potatoes were however dee-lish but really, how much skill does it take to give potatoes a ride in the Cuisinart and then a bath on some hot frying oil? The answer? NOT MUCH AT ALL! The dessert was a classic tarte tatin. It was actually quite good and may have been the best part of the meal.\r
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With dinner we had a bottle of wine (a quite lovely California chardonnay). Our waiter apparently appreciated our choice but we would have appreciated it if he didn't stick his nose over the top of the bottle and inhaled like he was doing a hit of poppers just as we were tasting the wine. While we're on the subject of wine, it would behoove a place like 211 York use some decent glassware. Reidel makes a restaurant line that's inexpensive and reasonably durable.\r
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The meal with tip was a little north of $210 for two. For that kind of money, we could recommend a dozen other places within a 20 minute drive (Chestnut Hill Grill, Friday Saturday Sunday, Osteria on North Broad St. etc.) because the food is so much better and inspired at those places. \r
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The chef (who apparently loves to be called CHEF by everyone) is a New England Culinary Institute graduate, where he had enrolled on the advice of Georges Perrier, for whom he then worked. Knowing Monsieur Perrier, we suspect that this was more of a requirement than a suggestion, but it ultimately proves the old adage about leading a horse to water. Just because he went there doesn't mean he can cook. We suspect that the chef panders to an substantially older crowd because they may have simply forgotten what good food tastes like or are too lazy to drive an extra 20 minutes for better choices.
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