Maybe I assume when you call yourself fine dining you are always looking to excel and go past where you are. You don't get to fine dining and quit, but you keep looking, yearning, trying the next step.
It is the old rule, that Chilis is almost always perfect, but it's perfect not because its great, but because you know what you are going to get. Chili's is the premier home of never a bad meal, never a great meal. It is what it is. Moreover, my oldest loves the cheese fries and his little brother is pretty okay with the fire roasted corn and guacamole chips. Life is easy.
The Parson's Table though seems to have bought into the idea that because it bought a former United Methodist Church and serves okay food with okay service, they are fine dining. The food is okay, but not spectacular, the service is efficient, but not interesting. It makes it hard for me to give it more than three stars. It ends up in that wonderful spot where they are just good enough, but clearly not trying for great.
As I say in other places, God has his Ten Commandments, but my eleventh is don't waste your talent. This place as nice as it is for a refurbed church, just doesn't have a prayer. Unfortunate.
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