Crystal chandeliers, marble-top tables, and cushy banquettes supply ample swank at this new arrival from Chicago, which has taken over a previously snakebitten corner space in Montgomery Plaza. Breaking open golden croquettes filled with warm goat cheese, we spooned on zippy arrabbiata sauce. It was a promising prelude to the signature salad bowl, which revealed mesclun studded with dates, avocado, walnuts, tomatoes, and crumbled goat cheese and lightly laced with a sweet Dijon vinaigrette. A throwback to the nineties, a dish of squid ink pasta bathed in a creamy blue crab sauce took on intrigue from the one-two punch of spicy Fresno chile slices and a shot of fresh lemon. The roasted half-chicken was pretty but decidedly disappointing, as it was dry and flavorless. Those not snobbish about wine will like custom-bottled varietals made with grapes grown in assorted California regions. Brunch menu and cocktails beg a return visit.