Thursday, October 11, 2012
The Custom House
The Custom House had recently opened only one block away - I knew they had fish & chips on the menu and that sounded so good to me on this particular evening - so I suggested we head there for dinner.
At the back of the restaurant is a small, walled patio, perfect for a warm summer evening. That's where we sat.
My dad had a pint of Guinness. I was so under the weather that I couldn't even bring myself to order one. Normally a pint of Guinness or three always makes me feel better. Not this time.
I had the fish & chips. The tilapia was delicious, flaky white fish. The batter had not been cooked at a high enough temperature so it was not at all crispy; it was a greasy, flimsy batter that slid off the fish with each attempt at biting. But the fish really was good. (I know someone who went back a couple of weeks later and he reported that the fish was great and the batter crispy, so maybe my order was an anomaly.)
The fries were lousy. I mentioned the other day that I rarely order fries any more. This is why. They were just frozen potatoes that were not cooked long enough, resulting in mealy potatoes no different than most fast food joints.
The tartar sauce was delicious, and after finishing the container I asked for another.
My mom had the quesadilla, adding chicken and requesting guacamole on the side. I tried a bite of quesadilla. It was fine. That's about as enthusiastic as I could be.
None of us disliked our dinner, but none of us had anything really enthusiastic to say about it, other than my dad's broth and my tartar sauce. My dad picked up the check so I have no idea what it cost, but just looking at the menu and estimating, it was probably too much for just those two things to be above-average.
Still, the place is only a block away, and the girl who waited on us was really nice, so I decided to give it another try before I wrote about it.
The other day we returned with Elizabeth's parents for brunch. I looked at the beer menu - there were some good choices.
But I went with an iced tea.
I knew what Elizabeth was going to order as soon as I saw the menu: the French toast with Bananas Foster sauce. She definitely liked it.
"Those idiots!" he replied. I assume he was talking about the cooks.
I do want to like The Custom House. The employees are friendly and the layout is nice: there is a long bar with several flatscreen TVs (I realize that is not a plus for everyone) and there is an attractive fireplace at the front of the house. Twice I have stopped in for a single pint of Guinness and it has been a much more enjoyable occasion than either meal. Because the food just strikes me as being merely average, staid, and a little overpriced. In that regard it is no different than the majority of places at which I have eaten in Brooklyn Heights. No matter how much I would like it to stand apart, it really doesn't.
Posted by JustinM at 9:30 AM