SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE

“Crossing the threshold feels like walking into a men’s club, with dark wood, brass accents and private booths that over the years have seen more than their share of deal-closing lunches and occasional indiscretions.  The menu of seafood, creamy casseroles and hearty stews may be the draw for many, but continuity and nostalgia is what brings most back day after day, week after week, year after year.”