Malabar Farm Restaurant

Upon arriving, the lady and I were standing behind a couple with two almost adult children stuffed in the tiny waiting area, watching a person we assumed to be the hostess, ring sale after sale after sale at the register without acknowledging our presence.
Other waiters and busboys scurried by, one patron went to a staging area close to the hostess station to grab her own straws.
Meanwhile we engaged in a dance with every waiter, waitress and patron who wanted ingress or egress to the front door, (and there were plenty!)
A solid ten minutes went by, the individual ringing sales disappeared, and eventually the actual hostess showed up.
No word of apology for the wait was offered, she just went about seating the party in front of us, and then eventually came back to seat us.
We opted for the patio as it was a pretty nice day.
We both had iced tea, and water and the lady had a flank steak with roasted beets, and raw  whole scallions.
I had blackened salmon, roasted red potatoes and snow peas.
The tea was great it was a house specialty made with orange and cinnamon, and apparently they got enough accolades about it that they sold it by the pound.
The lady is not a huge fan of beets, so they were mine by default.  They were served slightly  chilled, and appeared to have been peppered with something akin to sesame seeds or something of similar ilk.  Whatever it was it neither added or detracted from the dish.
Since we started with her plate let's continue, the steak was marinated in a flavorful marinade, it was requested to be medium-rare, but was closer to medium when served, (I saw no pink at all), but while a bit chewy it was flavorful.  No note be offered regarding the scallions, they just sat and looked at us as we dined.
My salmon was not quite blackened, but closer to that preparation than one often gets, nicely seasoned and flavorful, the roast potatoes were ok, nothing special and the snow peas were fine.
Prior to the meal being served, we were served a small plate of delicious premise-made bread.
Mid-meal we noticed an oddly shaped bottle being served to a nearby patron, and upon inquiry we determined it to be an organic English ale.
We decided to order one and split it.
It was terrific.
Following the interminable wait to be seated, the service thereafter was fine.
This place is in the middle of nowhere, so we may be back, but it wasn't special enough to pick as a destination point.  If you visit the farm, it would be a nice stop.