Service on both visits was more than able, professional, and friendly, although it seemed a bit unnecessary that a separate waiter was tasked with presenting and collecting the salt and pepper shakers before and after each course. Otherwise, we appreciated the server’s seamlessly accommodating a member of our table’s dietary concern – the raw egg in the Caesar salad dressing. The Caesar didn’t miss a beat without it, actually, and was still one of the nicest in town, although it was a bit misleadingly listed as an appetizer and would more than suffice as an entrée salad for one. The shredded Romaine was without wilt, the dressing pungent from anchovy without being too garlicky, and the sliced chicken breast was tender with a lemony kick. The slivers of bacon, too, were thick, smoky, and salty – a cut above the unfortunate anglicka slanina that is too often a first resort for kitchens here.