Open Flame

Back on Jan 5th, the 47th anniversary of my paternal Grandpa's death, Lisa treated me to lunch at Open Flame, a restaurant on Hwy 100 that she'd been to as part of the "lady's lunches" she attends with her Mom. 

She loved the Christmas decor and excused herself from the table to get these pics. 

As for the food: 

The french onion soup was delicious and affordable. Unlike most places, who so water down the broth you can barely distinguish it from water, the flavor was strong and fresh. 

The complimentary bread and oil was ok, but I found the oil terribly bland, despite the seasonings that had been added to it. 

Lisa enjoyed the vegetable soup. I don't get it. I can think of few soups less appealing, and I don't like soup at all.  But she's a soup person, so take her word on it. 

My burger was ok, but the meat was melt in your mouth soft. If I'm eating a burger, I like a textural difference between the bun and the meat. 

Lisa adored her steak and shrimp, taking enough home for a second full meal. 

I didn't care much for the service, although one server/one visit isn't enough for me to call that a concern. I did NOT like that the restaurant's bar was filled with Packers fans cheering, booing and screaming along as they watched the Packers lose to the Bears in week 18. At times it was too loud to carry on a conversation, which I find obnoxious given the location. I'm fine with that at a tavern or a Buffalo Wild Wings. Not so much at a restaurant charging what they did in the middle of the day. 

Now stay off my lawn!