Late-night sit-down dinner with a pub.
The first time I came to Miller's, I had been out for a late night at The Art Institute with friends. We couldn't get the bartender's attention because he was avoiding eye contact with anything that could be mistaken for humanity. It was 10:00 and my girlfriend and I wanted a decent meal that involved martinis, so we hung in there and waited for a table. The hostess eventually took up upstairs. Nice tablecloths, small tables.
The food was OK. Sure, I liked the Canadian ribs, but I've had better. I think the salad was good - it seemed fresh and they went nuts with crumbled bleu cheese, something I can admire, as my body consists of 40% bleu cheese.
Service was very good, but I keep thinking about their menu. Miller's has somehow merged a chophouse menu with a Greek menu. The Sous Chef must have four arms, and a multiple personality disorder to manage this trick. I'm not saying it's bad...I am saying it's... um, *special*. Shine on, you crazy diamonds. Now I know where to go for French Onion Soup and Mousaka. Props for the creme brulee. From me, that's not saying much because I've never met one I truly despised.
I probably should give them a second try. The place was jam-packed when I visited and maybe not all of their customers feel like a component on an assembly line.
Maybe if we were buzzed, my dining companions and me would have thought Miller's seemed homey in a pub-ish sot of way? I could try that next time. I'll get my buzz on if someone can tell the bartender that we could use some lube. If I have to track him down with a Geiger counter, I'm outta there.