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Flywood Firetrap?
No Table Service: At Firewood, orders are placed at a counter when you enter the restaurant.
Paul Adams sorts out the confusion about the restaurants Firewood, Firefly and Fly Trap
By Paul Adams
Decor
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Restroom
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Style
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Crowd
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Dress
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Wait Staff
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
An Appetizer
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
David Fortin
An Entree
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Another Entree
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
What Its Fans Love
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
What Its Detractors Hate
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Totem
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
What You Could Buy
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Actually Overheard
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
Basic Information
Firewood
Firefly
Fly Trap
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David Fortin
Stained wood tables, big red lanterns in window, sort of like a nice library or private-school cafeteria.
Homey, lots of firefly art, on the dim side. There are a number of nonmatching sets of plates used in the course of a meal.
Minimal, old-school, businesslike. Room divided by a sternum-height wall.
Serviceable. Clean.
Clean, hippyish.
Industrial. Like an office restroom.
Ultracasual, but adult.
Home-style, in a folk-arty way.
Serious, old-fashioned, civil.
Neighborhood. Highly gay, young, fairly sedate. Lots of repeat customers, many of whom probably get the same thing.
Young, professional. Groups of friends. Lots of repeat customers, familiar with the weekly-changing menu and eager to try new specialties.
Lunching ladies, SoMa business folk, people for whom traditional is trendy. Lots of repeat customers, no doubt with favorites from the rather stable menu.
T-shirts.
Gap Plus.
Nice, office environs.
No table service: you place your order (and pay) at the counter. You are given a heavy metal star with a number on it, which you place on your table. The food is then brought to you.
Extremely attentive. In addition to the table visits to take orders, they make a "hello" visit and a "goodbye" visit.
Old-school. Napkin draped on forearm, heavy accent, reserved.
Plate of four: marinated mushrooms, marinated asparagus, roasted garlic with crostini, and apple-jicama salad. The salad is quite delicious; the garlic is decent, with nicely crunchy crostini; the vegetables tasted like they were marinated in some sort of cleaning product.
White-corn and green-chile chowder. With hunks of potato, creamy, sweet, intensely satisfying and luxurious.
Bruschetta with wild mushrooms. Not exactly bruschetta. Toast in a powerfully flavored reduction of some sort, topped with many savory mushrooms.
Mix and Match: There are a number of nonmatching sets of plates used in the course of a meal at Firefly.
Pasta primavera. Al dente noodles in ordinary marinara with peas, broccoli, other vegetables. Filling but not special.
Niman-Schell beef tournedos. Delicious, top-quality filet rounds in a darkly scrumptious morel-Madeira sauce. Served with asparagus and unexciting, greasy shredded-potato galettes.
Mushroom tortellini, smothered in an impossibly rich cream sauce the consistency of a hot savory milkshake. A full day's eating in one medium-sized plate.
Pizza margherita. A sufficient amount of satisfactory thin-crusted pizza.
Tofu with shiitakes and coconut milk. One of two vegetarian options. The whole thing is way too heavily black-peppered, perhaps accidentally, and the tofu-is-bland problem is insufficiently dealt with.
Breast of chicken, on the bone, in that same killingly creamy sauce.
Huge Caesar salad with caramelized onions and broccoli. It's cheap, and you don't have to wait for a check. The house beer. The house iced tea.
Consistently delicious food, and the coziness. You can go out to eat without really feeling like you've left home.
Eat like your huge healthy forebears ate. You never leave hungry. But it's refined, in a way.
No table service, unexceptional fare ("dorm food"), usually a wait.
Cheesy hippie atmosphere, homogeneity of clientele, portions not as whopping as "home-style" might indicate.
Weighty sauces, preponderance of business types, dishes with proper names whose content is nonintuitive.
Numbered iron stars customers carry to tables to identify themselves to servers.
Glowing firefly sculpture over the door. Particularly welcoming on a chilly night.
"The Fly Trap Restaurant" stamp on each paper tablecloth, presumably marking the spot where the eponymous flypaper sat at the turn of the century.
Instead of a Meal Here
The new Tricky album.
A pair of Banana Republic pants.
A month of ISDN service.
"I can't believe I wasn't bear enough for him!"
"The worst thing about spending a year in France is that the cheese here just isn't as good."
"They need to start thinking outside the set-top box."
Inexpensive ($7 entree); 4248 18th St.; 415/252-0999.
Upper end of moderate ($15 entree); 4288 24th St.; 415/821-7652.
Low-mid expensive ($20 entree); 606 Folsom; 415/243-0580.
From the June 29-July 12, 1998 issue of the Metropolitan.