Joan goes through the menu, but doesn't discuss the quality of the experience. As I am critical of my own work, so I shall be of theirs.
We were part of the first Friday night seating. The setting, the staff, and our fellow diners were terrific. It was very informal, with people having a better and better time as the night wore on. It was not one of those stuffy temples of food where we were expected to be overawed by virtue of being admitted to the place.
The
Brandade de Morue was pretty inspid. Okay texture, not much flavor. Usually, it is prepared with a little garlic, but not in this instance.
I missed the point of the aperitif. It was sweet and seemed out of place. I did not drink it.
The eel salad was the highlight of the meal. Greens were great, properly dressed, eel was tasty and had good texture.
The pasta could have been perfect. It was garnished with fresh peas, and if all the peas had been the same size (and age, I'd guess) it would have been wonderful. As is was, a lot of the peas were very large and starchy, and since they were barely cooked (in deference to the small, sweet tender peas) it was almost like having an uncooked reconstituted legume in the salad. There were crisp, very thin squares of pancetta, which were excellent.
I love squab. But this was overcooked, for my taste, verging on livery.
The wine selections, we were told, came from someone at A16 who'd done some sort of tasting with the Chez Panisse staff earlier in the week. As Joan said, the first wine was delicious. It may have been Austrian rather than Italian, in any case it came from the hills between those nations. The remaining 2 wines were Italian, both from the area around Naples, and tasted for all the world (to me, anyway) like typical overpriced undistinguished California wines--it may as well have been a $25 Kendall-Jackson. Disappointing.
And because it was Friday, there was an extra course, and an extra cost. It was $95 per person, plus the wine, plus a 17% service charge.
Should one expect perfection for $150? Probably not. But everything than I found wrong that night was a result of poor preparation: First rate ingredients, generally well thought out dishes. But undercooked peas and overcooked squab? At the first seating? On a weekend night, when presumably the A team is in the kitchen?
I certainly have paid more for lesser dining experiences, but I really had expected more from Chez Panisse. I still find that, all things being equal, I care less about the pedigree of my peas and squabs than I do about how they taste.