As we were leaving Plumpjack after my father's birthday party, a thought occured to us. Plumpjack is the wrong name for this restaurant. It should be called Skinnyandnotsogreatjack. The prices are shocking, the food is mildly so-so, and the portions very, very, VERY tiny.
We arrived with our own bottles of wine and were swiftly told the corkage for each bottle would be $25. Not so shocking, because Plumpjack is a winery and wants to sell their own wine. A bottle we had brought (bought at Costco for $30) was $120 on their menu, so we figured we saved a little.
We were made to wait for about 20 minutes, although we had a reservation. The decor in the restaurant is one of the only plus sides. It's beautiful. Modern without being cold and filled with eclectic pieces of furniture and a large circular fireplace in the bar.
When seated we were presented with menus. Limited is the only word I can use to describe the menu. Five starters and five main courses were featured. Apparently they change on a nightly basis.
I ordered a mixed salad with flame grapes and a very blue cheese ($10) for my starter and the halibut on a bed of greens with an almond froth (I was just as shocked as you!) covering the plate ($26). The salad was bitter, with five grapes and three pieces of cheese. My fish was dry and pretty flavorless.
My dad ordered a prawn appetizer that came with two prawns, a large crouton, and shrimp broth granita ($14). The granita was hideously gross. Imagine a shrimp-flavored slushee. Yuck. My boyfriend's entree of pork was by far the best and smallest entree ($28). It came with miniature portions of two different cuts of meat and some sunchoke puree. Although beautifully presented, all of the food left much to be desired.
Dessert was good, though. We ordered a Peanut Butter and Chocolate Sampler, which came with a tart, a mini-milkshake (tiny!), and a choclate-peanut butter sandwich ($7) and a slice of their banana cream pie ($7) which was essentially graham crackers, sauteed bananas, and whipped cream.
We had a good time (thanks to our own bottles of wine, mostly). But the restaurant was sort of blah. Ambience exlcuded, of course.