We have driven by Red Fish on Boston Ave quite a few times and we thought the sign was cool, so the restaurant must be good, right? We arrived after 6:00. There were a few people at the bar and another couple in the small restaurant. The first smell I noticed was lemony floor cleaner and dirty soapy water, you know the smell, as though it had just been cleaned for the dinner crowd. Ew. The interior is cute, with beautiful old wood details, brown painted brick and an eclectic mix of grandma-meets-Anthropogie crystal chandeliers. Next, the truely bizarre choice of music hits us. It was a little TOO loud for a small restaurant and it included “Rapper’s Delight”.
The waiter was endearingly awkward but had to go to the bar to find out what beers were on tap, then again to find out the vodkas. The only vodkas were Schmirnoff, Stoli and a Swedish brand called “Svedka”. Donavon decided to try to Svedka, up with olives, since there were no premium vodkas. To be fair, he said the shipment hadn’t come in, yet. I ordered the Sam Adams White Ale. I can take endearing awkwardness in a waiter, but unfortunately service was just plain lacadaisical. We got the feeling that the boss was out sick. It took too long to bring our drinks. When they arrived, the beer was warm and Donavon was disappointed with the vodka and its mushy olives.
The menu is impressive and promises good stuff. We ordered - Donavon got the coconut crusted mahi mahi with cumin scented pineapple salsa, I ordered the Tuscan shrimp on warm white bean salad. We asked for some bread while we waited. He hadn’t offered any, but a server had tempted us with some when she mistakenly brought bread to our table before finding its rightful owners (the only other couple in the restauarant). We waited a little too long, about 20-25 minutes, while listening to Sister Sledge, before our entrees were served. During our wait, we couldn’t avoid hearing the server to the neighboring couple. He was trying to find a pepper mill. He came back a few times apologizing that he couldn’t find either of the 2 pepper mills anywhere. Hearing this inspired Donavon to ask for ground pepper, of course. Either way, if our server could or couldn’t find it, we wanted to see what would happen. Side note, no bread mistakenly or deliberately made it to our table during this wait.
The good news is that Donavon’s mahi mahi was great. It was the best part of the dinner. The basmati rice was soft and creamy, the coconut crust light and delicate and the pineapple salsa a beautiful tangy accent to the sweet meatiness of the fish. So, I was really impressed with this dish. The flavors were kept subtle enough and the fish was lovely. The portion, like my shrimp, was big. Oh, our server DID find the pepper mill. He had to explain this to our neighbors.
My Tuscan shrimp and warm bean salad was almost really good. The idea was great but it fell short of stardom for two reasons. Although the shrimp was cooked to the perfect point, it wasn’t the best quality shrimp. It lacked the really fresh flavor and tenderness of a nicer quality shrimp. It was a dish that depended too much on the shrimp for them to not be a real treat. I even left one shrimp uneaten, as there was nothing particularly exciting about it. A little like tofu right out of the package. The second, subtler shortcoming was that the flavors only began to work. The predominant ingredients added to the white beans were tomatoes and capers. That would have been really good if it had been developed into a full putanesca style mixture. I wanted some more garlic and some glistening olive oil to match the heft of the white beans. The flavors stopped at the caper-tomato acid. It was edible and ok, but again, I couldn’t help but think ‘what if’ the shrimp had been better and there had been a little more complexity and lustrousness to the bean salad.
And the bread - we had to ask for it again when our food came. Somewhere mid-meal he brought out a plate of warm triangles with an explanation. He informed us that, “We don’t have dinner rolls here, so they grill up a pita .” Indeed, it was one piece of pita, grilled to black at the edges and cut into eight. The explanation was a lame as the bread. Who should have to explain “bread”? I’m thinking they need to have a meeting about this.
Overall, the FOOD could be really good here. The mahi mahi gives me hope and the shrimp had potential. Tonight, the service, the music (Sugar Hill Gang?) and even the drinks were a huge damper on a nice dinner out. But since the food was good and could be great, I can’t totally diss this place. What are the odds we will go back? Ambience and service can vary from day to day and when the food is good like this, it deserves another chance. Maybe if we show up a little later, skip the well drinks and settle in for a long dinner, it could be a better experience. We want it to be a better place than this. I’d give it 3/5 forks and our best wishes.


