At the Crow, you get seated by the window and when you are done complimenting the shells of their delicious oysters the waiter will suggest a second plate: “Do you want another?” “Yes, but please don’t bring us one.” When I tried the theory of ordering the first wine on the wine list (I bet it gets neglected) and over-pronounced the name he said, “It’s big for a Sangiovese,” and I couldn’t wait to agree. I gorged myself on lasagna, smashed potato cakes, and rhubarb, and walked out asking if Maggie liked this place or Restaurant Zoe better. She liked the food here better, but the atmosphere at Zoe better. Since then my brain has also included Palace Kitchen in the bundle of places to compare it to. Comfortable for slightly fancy.