Smugly nestled among the shops in urban-idyllic Chestnut Hill, Mica offers cozy restaurant eye candy. Its walls are simply adorned in a grey/taupe; its fireplace features lit pillar candles. Its servers are dressed in black and sported exotic accents. It's also a BYO and does things like offer 4-course tasting menus on Wednesday for $45 (this night, featuring lobster). I wanted to like it. And yet, Mica managed to take its concept past feeling transported from the mundane, past interesting and tasty new cuisine, and landed in the area of pretentious discomfort and odd flavor combinations.
A note on the seating. Mica features one main dining room, with a gorgeous fireplace and bay window. Upon arrival, I noticed all of the seats were occupied by older folks, that is, at least one generation up from me. Fine. However, we were then led to the back room, equally cozy and nice in a darker, nearer to the open kitchen and beverage set-up, sort of way. Four tables occupy this space, which does have windows, and were taken by younger folks. This reminded me of the Parisian habit of sitting all foreigners together. But if the food is worth it, I'm game. As MCRF pointed out, it's worth taking the youth compliment.