Last week I expected to find disarming French reds (wines, not commies) and inventive rosés, but I’m not sure I was ready for just how polished the kitchen at Soif has become.
New menu, new generously-proportioned attitude, and dishes loaded with comfort flavors and non-tricky presentation.
Here is a spinach and multi-beet salad, with infant turnips and a liberal crown of blue cheese. It was huge and great glorious eating. Ditto a scallop salad with black trumpet mushrooms, and another appetizer of lobster and bitter greens.
Soif — more than simply a stylish, welcoming wine bar. May I use the hackneyed-phrase, “better than ever?” Thanks. I just did.