Second Honeymoon

I would have loved dessert, but we'd already bought tickets to see The Stepford Wives and had to make a quick dash across the parking lot. A couple of nights later, though, Bob and I returned for a more leisurely Sunday supper on a hot and humid evening. It was unbearably sticky outside, so I had a renewed appreciation for Paulo & Bill's dark woodwork and cool, comfortable booths. Instead of an appetizer, we split one of the wood-fired pizzas, made with a remarkably light, cracker-thin dough (which is now tossed and baked to order). Ours was a mozzarella-and-goat-cheese concoction with slices of grilled portabella mushrooms, bits of asparagus and roasted red peppers.

If I'd had any discretion, I would have stopped right there, but I was ravenous, so we also shared the steak Deburgo and two fat crab cakes perched on a bed of wild rice, freshly sliced corn and sweet peppers. The former -- grilled beef medallions ladled with a white wine cream sauce flavored with a hint of rustic oregano -- is, Drake says, an Iowa innovation. It was remarkably tender. The crab patties, however, were chewy on the outside rather than crispy, and although the filling was certainly crabby, it needed a little something extra. Bob wanted some kind of rémoulade-style sauce, but our server, the superattentive Kathy, suggested the soothing lemon-oregano aïoli that's usually served with the calamari. It was the perfect accompaniment.

We were so stuffed that I nearly hid under the table when Kathy returned with the dessert tray, a massive wooden box arranged with waxy-looking display models of the desserts. It was the standard-issue PB&J assortment (including that phyllo-wrapped chocolate blob that I detest), and none really called to me until Kathy pointed to a shiny chocolate cube and announced that it represented a "chocolate mousse cake with fudge icing." That's what I heard, anyway. When it arrived, the confection was a lusciously frosted square of fluffy chocolate ganache with a scoop of rich vanilla ice cream.

"It's not really supposed to come with ice cream," Kathy whispered. "I thought it did but was told no after I had already put it on the plate. So I brought it out anyway."

Give this woman a raise! I've always preferred servers who make me the beneficiary of their mistakes, which is hardly ever the case. And as we watched the restaurant start to fill up with Sunday evening diners, I overheard a lot of Shrek 2 chatter. I later asked Jim Marks if the restaurant did a booming post-picture business.

"If it's a family film," he said. "Harry Potter's been very good to us."