You needn’t be wealthy to enjoy a meal here, particularly during lunch service, when chef Michael Sanguinetti’s heavenly ham and fried cheddar sandwich and skilled seafood gumbo left me, well, sanguine about his dinner menu’s extensive fish and seafood offerings. As day melts into evening, a different vibe descends on Commonwealth.
As I padded past the bar area on a recent Friday night, there was little doubt that the joint was hopping. Bartenders, though harried, executed with ease concoctions with names like Blood Orange Paloma and Pink Daisy and French 76. Most of the cocktail tables were full, the bar’s youngish patrons having apparently found the perfect spot to drink and text the night away.