Last night we went to dinner at a place called Six Burner. It is owned by the same chef as Acacia. Acacia is a white tablecloth place with fancy everything and Six Burner is a scaled down version.
I have a good friend who is as interested in food and the dining out experience as I am and I told her I’d send her a review of our experience. It follows:
Dinner last night at Six Burner was good. The prices are very reasonable (I don’t think anything was over $20 and they have wine deals on different nights). The place was pretty packed (at one point only one table was open). The only problem I had was one groovester couple got up and smoked at the bar. The place is small and we were sitting right next to the bar and I hate it when the food is such a big deal and then I have to deal with cigarette smoke. They were the only ones who smoked the entire time we were there so I guess I should get over myself–but there was food on their table while they were smoking–I decided they were there as a status date and didn’t care about the food…am I judgmental or what?
Anyway, about the food. The menu isn’t long but it covers all the bases (pasta, fish, meat, veggies, sandwiches) and you can get a bowl of pasta instead of a plate (the bowl is $7 and the plate was $14). We got a smoked pork quesadilla with a non-tomato salsa as an appetizer. It was pretty good.
The better-half got a potato crusted fish with roasted asparagus and pancetta. The tartar sauce wasn’t really tartar sauce but more of a curry flavored sauce (so no usual pickled mayo thing going on). I got the gnocchi with calamari and spinach. There was plenty of garlicky goodness in there.
For dessert, the better-half got three scoops of raspberry sorbet and a coffee. I got a blood orange custard that was served over bittersweet chocolate that was almost fudge like but not really. The custard had a caramelized slice of blood orange on the top and as I was eating it the whole thing reminded me of crème brulee because the caramelized sugar of the orange mixed into the custard. There were two citrus shortbread cookies on the side. Tasty.
We’d definitely go there again. The interior is a typical Fan restaurant-not too fancy, exposed brick, booths and tables. Small and a little noisy. They have a TV over the bar but I don’t think anyone was paying attention to the game that was on. Only one person sat at the bar except, of course, those darn smokers.
Now you are scaring me. I get anything on the menu that has squid in it. I’ve even been known to order calamari for dessert. On the flip side, I’d be rubbing elbows with the wanker at the bar smoking. I mean, you are playing in Phil and Morris’ back yard, aren’t you?
Yep, old uncle Philip lives here in town. I actually said at dinner that I normally support the right of a cigarette smoker but the place is about the food not about the bar.
Once I was flying back to Richmond and as we were taxiing back to the dock, two men in front of me were jonsing for a cigarette and were wondering if they could smoke in the terminal. I piped up that they were in the land of Philip Morris and, of course, they could. They were floored but happy and lit up as soon as the door opened.