Platt files on the troubled Sheridan Square and concludes she's not much to look at, but the food is, for the most part, decent. He gives it a one: "Given these portents of doom (location and décor being the surest early indicators of a restaurant’s prospects), it’s a mild surprise that Sheridan Square has managed, during its short tenure, to lure not one but two top-level chefs...the constrained, slightly prosaic entrée list includes nine items...Most of these familiar dishes are well executed, however, and a few are downright good." [NYM]
