The dessert-arians at our table were pleasantly surprised by the simple but satisfying sweets - a genuine Southern pecan pie, a moist bread pudding marbled with pureed pumpkin - which brought a happy finale to the rousing Round 2.
Yes, there were still some lingering issues in service, like the 15-minute wait for a reserved table. But this time the bartender was aware enough to interact with good recommendations.
Our waiter was pleasant and involved, too, though he didn't know enough of the specifics that a wine-bar server ought to, such as being able to clearly describe the differences between the Argentine torrontes, a Saumur chenin blanc from the Loire, and a verdejo from Spain in more depth than a friendly shrug: "It's like splitting hairs."