The food is just never as good as the wine.
The Earle is romantic and cozy, particularly in winter and particularly in the wine bar. The wine list is probably the best in town and the prices for bottles are very reasonable. I almost always have a great bottle there. But I am also always wishing the food measured up. There’s nothing wrong with it, and I don’t mind that it’s traditional French and Italian, but I just want it to sparkle a little more. The bruschetta was a little bit too much like slices of Texas toast. The linguine with garlic sausage was overwhelmed by the sausage; there was a whole pile of it left after we had eaten the pasta. The skirt steak with roasted potatoes and saute-ed green beans was very nice, and I expect that’s what the Earle does best: nice cuts of meat. I return to the Earle once or twice a year thinking it will be a great place for a bottle of wine and some small plates to go with it. But, in truth, it just seems to be a great place for a bottle of wine.