Wife & I met adult daughters and BF's at Vincent Saturday night, oldest daughter's choice. Never had been there, with my proclivities for Andersonville usually skewing toward Calo, San Soo Gap San, or if I'm in a particularly wild mood, Hopleaf.
The good--sambal mussels from P.E.I.--medium sized, plump, free of grit and with a tamarind broth that was slightly spicy. Little gem salad with bacon, frisee, pickled red onion, shaved manchego, poached egg, red wine-herb vinaigrette was plentiful and fresh. Frites also were excellent. Daughter's whole rainbow trout--deboned in the kitchen--was mild for the type of fish and moist. This was a very nicely-done piece of seafood by Adam Grandt, bravo.
I would have thought that the bone marrow with toast points would have been better without the dried cranberry and goat cheese--some things should be left alone. And my herb-crusted hanger steak was a little tough but flavorful, but the sprinkling of mustard seeds added little to the dish.
Finally, although service was very good, the noise in the room was almost deafening, and this isn't just age talking (well, maybe a little bit). Even for a aged-hipster bistro, a few well-placed curtains would go a long way towards hushing some of the normal conversation from turning into a blaring cacophony.