Review: The Club Dining & Drinks

Shake, baby, shake

It has the look of a speakeasy, or a port of ill-repute where scruples are scarce commodities. The entrance to The Club is in the quiet, expansive alley-like causeway that drains into the central courtyard at the Centrum building. The frame around the large door is black and leather-like. Gas lanterns flicker from each side. You half expect to see a black-hooded sentinel armed with a scythe, glowering in the shadows. The emblem, a rearing horse, would be an example of sheer trademark plagiarism lifted from Ferrari if the horse's tail didn't have little doily frills to tune down the horsepower.

The bar is on the left. The host stand is dead center. The dining room is beyond. Hefty chairs sheathed in brown burly leather, with garish brass studs outlining the contours, are pushed up to the tables. Thick, brass handle-like implements crown the apex of the curved chair backs. The floors are hefty wood planks. "It's Ralph Lauren," insists manager Enam Chowdhury, once maître d' at The Mansion. Not Ralph Lauren design, he corrects, but Ralph Lauren color sensibility: navy blue, brown, black—a dearth of chartreuse.

The Club is swarthy, as it should be, but not to the point of distress. Tablecloths are navy blue leather. Testosterone flows like white water. Sometimes there are softer touches. On a visit to the Game Room (is it game as in "play" or game as in "hunt"?), a large rectangular room perpendicular to the open kitchen, our table is littered with red rose petals. The room can be closed off with sheers.

Dom Pérignon and dessert for $250? Uh, can we get a cheeseburger with that?
Tom Jenkins
Dom Pérignon and dessert for $250? Uh, can we get a cheeseburger with that?

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The Club Dining & Drinks

3102 Oak Lawn Ave.
Dallas, TX 75219

Category: Restaurant > New American

Region: Uptown & Oak Lawn

Details

Calamari fritti $9
Caesar salad $10
Steak tartare $16
Southside fillet $46
Colorado lamb chops $35
Alaskan halibut $31
Seafood ravioli $24
Spaghetti alle vongole $21
Berry zabaglione $8

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The Club Dining & Drinks is a supper club, or so owner Robert Colombo (Trece) classifies it. Risky, that. Supper clubs that hark back to the '30s and '40s have been brutalized in these parts. The bruised and bloodied stack of supper corpses include Venus Supper Club, Chaucer's in Mockingbird Station, the regrettable Lighthouse Supper Club in Rowlett and Timpano Italian Chophouse, a dining room that seemed to loop Sinatra in perpetuity. Is this one fitter for survival?

The Club's menu arises from the steakhouse primordial soup. There are the prime tenderloins and sirloins, the lamb chops and lobster, the creamed spinach and sautéed mushrooms, and the requisite organic chicken. Halibut too. But there are weird divergences. For example, the lamb is grain-fed; the beef is grass-fed. It's all prepared with an "Italian flare," which sets it apart in ways that are hazy.

Commanding the kitchen is Vincenzo Indelicato, classically trained in the kitchens of Italy, overseer of kitchens in Europe and the Caribbean, late of Nicola's Ristorante Italiano in Plano. He stands in front of the wide-mouthed, travertine-framed open kitchen in rumpled, tight-fitting chef's whites, his hair laid and overlaid in fits across his skull, the portrait of an artist tortured modestly. If he wasn't a seasoned cook, Indelicato could stunt-double for actor Dean Stockwell, the billboard hawker in Paris, Texas, the weird presence in David Lynch's Blue Velvet. So why is the food so wimpy?

Indelicato has gripping little signatures he sometimes works into his compositions. He slips one into the calamari fritti, a lightly battered and floured tangle of body rings and tentacles seasoned only with salt and pepper. But hidden in the golden slough are cherry peppers, cut and dredged in coating and fried. It's a foil with oomph, the briny sour bite and textural mush invigorating the palate just after it succumbs to deep-fry fatigue.

But everything else needs a whomp of garlic, a kick of pepper, a slash of vinegar, a long slow lick of salt—something.

You can taste these absences in the tartare, a black-rust bun of chopped beef with a quail egg. There are no capers or chopped onions or parsley to distract, just a simple sheaf of greens. The server folds in the egg tableside.

Seasoning is minimal: just cognac, lemon and a little salt and pepper—very little. The tartare is rumored to be shot up with Tabasco. We tasted none. But there is a little lemon, the acids from which cook the meat into darkness, much like lime cooks fish white in ceviche. The minimalism is intense.

"It's continental cuisine," our server says. "Nothing is really spicy. We don't have anything that's spicy." There's none in Southside double bone-in wagyu beef fillet, a simply salted and peppered piece of meat marked on the grill and then broiled. It's lush and velvety, rich and tender. It needed salt. There was none on the table.

Chops from the grain-fed lamb are tasty, although ours, served with grilled figs in a balsamic reduction, were nearly raw, shivering and glistening in bluish deep pink.

Pastas at The Club are housemade. "Once you've had it, it's hard to go back to the dry," our server says. There's a delicate heartiness to these noodles. Macaroni and cheese, cavatelli noodles in a velvety blur of cheese including Parmigiano-Reggiano and fontina, is the best we've tasted. Hands down. Not because of some scorched bread-crumb cap, but because of the deft mesh of richness and ripened tang wedged into the pasta's earthy frame.

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