Looking to start off a nice, relaxing weekend at the end of a long business trip and a late flight that got me home on Friday night, Kitchen sounded like just the spot for a nice late supper. Unfortunately, the food and the ambiance left me a bit perplexed and pretty disappointed.
The wine list was pretty interesting, with a nice selection of whites and light reds that compliment a menu that's heavy with seafood. I ordered the cod, which was served with savoy cabbage and Vermont bacon, and jumped right in to the entree with no appetizer. The portion of cod was very generous, but I'm afraid the flavor didn't match the size of the entree. The best way I can describe that dish was bland, bland, bland. The fish was cooked properly, but it lacked any interesting flavor--or any flavor at all, for that matter. The bacon added absolutely zip in the way of flavor, and I came across the occasional piece strewn about my cabbage, which was likewise pretty flavorless. While I try to stick with fish on Fridays in Lent, my penitential sacrifice for the season does not include giving up flavors.
My companion ordered the scallops, and he struggled through them. I had a bite, and found them to be overcooked, resembling scallop-flavored rubber bands. It's scallop season in New England, for crying out loud; it's such a pity to have encountered scallop golf-balls instead of the flavor of the season. Having had quite enough of Kitchen's kitchen, we skipped dessert and had a French press of coffee, which was at least tasty.
We sat in the back room by the window, which overlooked the most uninviting scene I've had the displeasure of seeing out of a restaurant window in a long time. I realize it's wintertime in Boston, and there's little that can be done, but really, does the back yard that we're looking at during dinner need to dotted with rubbish and furniture? If Kitchen is going to seat people by a picture window looking over an outdoor area, please at least clean it up.