1703 Restaurant, Winston-Salem

Upon our entrance, no one was at the door. While we waited about 5 minutes, we opened the door again and coughed, we overhead the maitre'd talking with the chef about her periods and trying to get pregnant. Wife liked her baby spinach salad, but my crab cake had some kind of sauce that reminded me of a wastebasket with a sanitary napkin. Wife's salmon was good, but my sea bass, floating in tomato sauce, reminded me of the crab cake resemblance. As I left I dropped by the men's room, but alas, I wasn't educated enough to figure out the scientific signs for male and female, you know the down plus sign vs the upper-right-hand arrow? Most of crowd was over 70's. Other than that, the $150+ was well-spent.