Fernandes, on Fleming Street, is a bit off the beaten Ironbound track. Speaking of tracks, the proliferation of railroad tracks in the 1800s gave the area its name, although some argue it was the presence of iron forges and steel fabrication plants. The massive vault in the foyer? The restaurant is housed in a former bank.
Walk upstairs to the attractive, greenery-decorated, Spanish-tiled-ceiling dining room. "Fried shrimp?" Boehm needled Jones on his choice of entree. "You can go to Long John Silver's." Whole lotta love on the Big Dog this summer. You'll love the sangria here, especially the blue sangria, smooth and seductive. In fact, Fernandes gets our vote for the day's best sangria overall.(...) The broiled seafood combination was a boatload of marine munch - lobster, scallops, clams, mussels, jumbo shrimp, flounder. Daunting and delicious. The filet mignon, served smoking and sizzling on a cylindrical stone, was better than average.