A Prosaic Affair in Arlington MA

One thing I have to say for Prose, an Arlingtonremembrance of Valentines past or if sixmonth's
MA eatery, is that it is aptly named; it isentirely aadvance was really required.
prosaic affair, nothing poetic happening here.4. At around 9:30 two unsuspecting diners
The decor is strictly utilitarian in this storefrontappeared at the doorinquiring if they could still
bistro. Somepictures adorn the walls in aobtain service. "Yes," they wereinformed. Yet
quasi-artistic arrangement. The tablesare sturdyalthough there were more than half a dozen
Formica; chairs tolerably comfortable; ambientfreetables, they were required to stand in the
temperaturea little sticky, unless you are able todoorway for anunnecessarily uncomfortable
hover over the airconditioning vent. Be preparednumber of minutes. Perhaps the staffneeded to
to settle in for a few hours.prepare themselves mentally for there were no
A more well-disposed reviewer would call thissigns of anyphysical preparations undertaken
place "a quirky littlecharmer." I rather prefer tobefore the new arrivals werepermitted to take
think of it as a littleweird. Consider just a few oftheir seats.
the situations our party of fourencountered on5. In a curious stylistic touch, the name is spelled
our first (and last) visit there:with a long markover the "o." Is this to insure the
1. My brother, admittedly not a bon vivant, hadproper pronunciation? Perhapsan invitation to
the temerity to askfor ice in his water. Our younglinguists? Or, is this to betoken some foreignword,
waiter was completely flummoxed bythis request.not to be confused with the English word "prose?"
He seemed to be unfamiliar with the substanceAs for the rest of the foods: Bro opted for the
orunaware that some people used it in beverages.chicken dish - asoupy affair with lots of corn
He valiantly promisedto do his best andswimming in some rust-coloredliquid. The only thing
miraculously within an hour produced amissing was... some chicken. Trust me,
six-ounceglass brimming with solid water preparedMickey D's McCluckers contain more fowl material
in cubes.than foundhere. Perhaps, true to the emphasis on
2. This place has only ten tables and onefresh and local, they werefree range chickens and
chef-owner. The menu is atad - how shall I put it?had opted to walk away.
- spare in offerings. And the delightfulchef, whoGalleyGirl had the usual "piscatarian" special - in this
floats about the premises, is always withincase a wholesea base that kept casting a
earshot torespond to your comments, regardlessdejected eye in my direction (Maybe itwas a see
of their intendedaudience. Thus it happened thatbass). And, of course, my kim chi had her
my sister-in-law, who expressed somemisgivingsbreathing fire,which is to say, it was almost hot
about ordering a steak with chilis, was informedenough for her.
that thiswas an apparently unalterable preparation.Sis-in-law chose a salad. How bad can a fresh
Would not a smallestablishment with a limitedsalad be? In a fit ofpique and as an act of
number of diners offer to produce asimple grilledpassive-aggressive response to GG's choice
steak? Her decision was ratified by the people atofvenue, she was unable to finish it. Yes, lettuce
theadjoining table, where the same dish wascan be veryfilling. I personally had all I could do to
deemed too spicy by a youngdiner. Curiouslyfinish the salt cubesthat sat on my plate.
enough, I sallied forth and ordered it anyway,The highlight of the evening was a scrumptious
onlyto have it presented without the offendinghome-made cheese cakeserved with fresh
garnish! On the otherhand, the kim chi actuallyberries. Four jousting forks vied for everymorsel.
caused my nasal passages and retinasWhether from desperate hunger or sheer
tospontaneously combust.appreciation of itsrich taste, only the dining muse
3. The web site invites you to plan yourcan say for sure.
Valentine's dinner now. Iwasn't sure if this was aTake your $90 somewhere else.