It’s just personal preference, but the decor and menu of this place is just too precious for me. I feel like I’m sitting in some prissy grandmother’s parlor.

Upstairs, however, in the WC, there’s a clawfoot tub with a mannequin in it, which never fails to startle unsuspecting patrons planning to use the toilet.

Come to think of it, that’s probably the best thing about Rimsky’s.