Barbara and I just got back from an excellent dinner at Gaslight. Barbara started with a huge shredded beet salad, which she enjoyed but she had to take home more than half of it. I started with the traditional French onion soup — traditional in that it was topped with the standard large crouton and melted cheese, but untraditional in that it had shredded short ribs mixed into the broth and onions. Slightly too much bread there, but otherwise first-rate.
For our entrees, Barbara had steak frites, done perfectly but also too large so that half of it had to go home in a kitty bag. I couldn’t resist the standard Saturday special, which was roasted scallops with king oyster mushrooms, brussels sprouts, bacon lardons, and cider gastrique. Yum!
I won’t tell you about the dessert, which was chocolate beignets with crème angles, since you’ll want some yourself. And a double espresso made a perfect accompaniment to it.
The only real downside was the noise level. It was Saturday night in the South End, so what would you expect? All the new condos in the area — most recently in the nearby Ink Block — provide Gaslight with a built-in audience. I think we might have been the oldest people there. Next time we’ll go on a weeknight; on a Saturday we could barely hear ourselves talk.
Service was terrific: prompt, friendly, unobtrusive, efficient…all those good things. And, to top it off, there’s free parking next door! In the South End, no less.