Eating here is a lot like going to the doctor. Wait 3 weeks for a time slot, phone-sign 2 affidavit confirmations, arrive early or the space is going standby and you still won't eat before waiting 40 minutes. I'm too old and cranky to play this game but since play this night I must, I took my zen-pills and so should you.
Summed up in a single phrase: it was worth it. When you go in expecting to wait on-site for your 3-week-old 7:15 PM Thursday night reservation, you don't really start getting irritated until the hour-mark so unless they completely bungle something you'll be seated in about 45 minutes. Just don't go with people with whom you don't have 45 minutes worth of bar-conversation otherwise you might run out of stuff before dinner. One purgatory couple seemed particularly devoid of topics and was not enjoying the wait at all. Maybe they were saving it for dinner.
Anyway, one more comment before the food: when your demand so greatly exceeds your supply and you don't want to raise prices, you need to manage expectations. A table ""paying"" for an hour is not acceptable and a sign of gross mismanagement. When there are 5 parties booked on a given table for the night, you take the sum of reserved minutes, divide by the number of parties and the quotient is the available minutes per party. You inform everyone of their limit BEFORE they sit and this way, no surprise will overtake anyone as they're being rushed out. If you screw up and make an overlapping reservation you get the party you need vacated a bottle of champagne - AT THE BAR. They'll high-tail it out real quick. If you have ever eaten at Katana in West Hollywood you would know that this style of management can be institutionalized. You have the table until 8 you'd hear before you're seated and it didn't matter who you were in town. You would get a 20-minute warning, then a 10 and then your check and a cleared table. Most got the ""hint"" but there was no shortage of big boys in black suits around just in case.
On to the meal. What do you expect? It was excellent. The portions were good for sharing amongst 4. The prices were mostly good with 1 or 2 exceptions. The Goat pizza was amazing as were the mussels and the scallops. I LOVED the fat bread even though it cost $4. It didn't last long. My favorite dish that evening was the Hiramasa Crudo which is a crispy pork belly with yellowtail. Who woulda thunk? But you would be errant in not trying it yourself. I was a little disappointed in the pig face not actually being a pig face with which to gross out our party's squeamish. Sadly, there were no eyes into which we could stare deeply but just 2 pieces of pig's jowls. I guess if you wanted make a point of French-kissing your dinner you need to order tongue. Oh well. It was still delicious.
Our service was good and attentive. We were ""comped"" a beet dish but a stickler member of our party asked if a comp is really a comp if you never ordered it in the first place. Mostly out of anger that I wasn't the clever devil to make this precious insight, I grumbled that the group's macro increase in happiness after X than before it made microeconomic terminology irrelevant. Luckily for us, no amount of macro happiness could take away from the micro prices of most dishes. Even charging $15 for a glass of Pinot came out in the value wash. Go here with some other people with whom you don't mind waiting around a while. If I can take the wait, you can too.