It was time for our annual visit to The Industry, Dorchester’s best restaurant. I say “annual,” but it was only our second visit: I first reviewed it shortly after it opened, about seven months ago. It’s still great.
Before commenting on the dinner (which was nearly flawless), I need to say that I finally have found the answer to the obvious question that has been bugging all of us — well, bugging me at least. “Why,” we want to know, “would a restaurant have such a strange name?”
The answer came to me when I saw this poster on a screen right across from our table:
Ah yes, of course. People in the restaurant business do indeed refer to it as “industry,” especially in contexts like “discounts for people in the industry.” So now we know.
Barbara had a first-rate but overly large Bibb Salad, followed by excellent crab cakes. I had a first-rate but overly large French onion soup [are you detecting a theme here?], followed by an overly large scrumptious rib-eye steak (cooked perfectly rare as ordered) accompanied by sautéed onions, mashed potatoes, and grilled asparagus. We both had to take half of everything home! Somehow we left room for a fine slice of rich chocolate cake crowned with whipped cream and fresh raspberries.
Service by our obviously Irish (not Irish-American) server was exactly the right combination of professional and friendly. The parking valet was nowhere to be found, but we managed to find on-street parking — right in front of the restaurant!
As you’ve noticed, everything was overly large. That included the bill, but since we took half of it home, we have nothing to complain about. We shall return.