I tell you what:
These were the specials that were written on the board. Can you guess which one jumped out at me?
The fried mahi-mahi sandwich. (Did you guess right?) The fish was wonderful: crispy batter encasing thick, flaky pieces of mahi-mahi, which is perhaps my favorite fish. Normally I do not like fried seafood on a bun; I have written before that the contrast of bread and fried seafood is not something I enjoy. But this was an exception.
The only thing is that despite the fish being juicy, overall the sandwich was on the dry side. Just as much as the "deep fried mahi mahi" caught my attention on the menu, so did the "wasabi tartar sauce."
"I don't think there is any tartar sauce on this," I said to Elizabeth after my second bite.
Literally five seconds later, the chef came up to our table.
"I forgot to add the wasabi tartar sauce," he said, placing a ramekin of it in front of me.
No big deal. Everyone makes mistakes, and they happen every single day in restaurants. All that really matters is how you deal with it. And this guy apologized and remedied it on his own, without even needing to be reminded.
With the tartar sauce, the sandwich was even better, the bite of the wasabi mayo working wonderfully with the juicy fish.
I have written before that, with thousands of restaurants in New York City, I'm probably not going to repeat any meals unless I absolutely love them. (Not counting the close-by places that I repeat more out of convenience.) And I can't go so far as to say I love South's. But damn that mahi-mahi was good. I would not be surprised if I return here one day.