Not to join the hordes of people who blog about restaurants in New York...(as I proceed to do so!)....
After a lovely, relaxing time popping into shops here in Park Slope, we did indeed head over to the 12th Street Bar and Grill, which is a delightfully mere 2 blocks from our house (!). We were fairly early for dinner--it might have been 6:15, so we had our choice of seats, although by the time we were ready to leave people were having to wait for tables.
First of all, we were both pleased that with all our restrictions, we each still had multiple choices on the menu. I ordered pecan-encrusted catfish, accompanied by sauteed chard and a sweet potato mash; Jenny went the salad-appetizer route with an arugula, endive, pecan, and grape salad and a crabcake with cilantro aioli and guacamole. She had a glass of a sparkling white (not sure the name--I didn't look at the wine list, as I can't have any right now anyway).
The salad was a winner. Dressed with lemon juice and oil, it was nicely tart. The arugula definitely shouted "February!," but it was ok enough. The pecans were nicely roasted. Wine was tasty, but less to my taste than a nice prosecco.
Entrees: I was somewhat disappointed with my catfish. The pecan crust had been let to absorb a great deal of its oil, so although tasty it was a lot heavier and greasier than it needed to be. The sweet potato mash was wonderfully flavored, though, with an edge to it that might have been lemon zest, and it also wasn't completely pureed--a nice touch, as it avoided the gloopiness that sweet potatoes are prone to...something I don't mind in a dessert but would prefer to avoid in a savory dish. The chard fit nicely. The presentation was fine at one stage, though the fella who brought it out to me didn't take care, and jostled it so that the beurre blanc sauce looked like an accident. Oh, well. I'm less into presentation than some folks, so I wasn't that put off, but it was an odd anomaly in otherwise very good service.
Jenny's crabcake looked wonderful, and as though it had not fallen victim to the same oil-laden problem that compromised my catfish. She ate it with gusto--and perhaps will add her comments about it here later!
We were too full for dessert, so we trundled the 2 blocks home, where she read the book about NYC rats (fascinating stuff!) and I did some work.
At the restaurant, though, we did make some pretty elaborate food plans for Wednesday night--we decided to cook for ourselves rather than joining the restaurant-going fray. I'll keep y'all posted on those plans as they develop....