"At first glance, Ivar’s is like the rest of the lot—there’s the safety net of decent clam strips (virtually just globs of crispy dredge bits), limp caesar salads buried with matchstick parmesan shreds, and burnt blackened salmon that’s drier than any sign of life left in this establishment. But then you have the soul-penetrating emptiness that comes with walking through the dust-filled entrance of mahogany wood and framed memorabilia. It may just be a few yards, but boy, does it feel like miles. If you can get out on the patio and snack on fried stuff, have at it—but watch for the seagull flocks who are out for your oyster crackers." - aimee rizzo, gabe guarente, kayla sager riley
Infatuation - Reviews