As a meat and potatoes man, I’m half the vegetarian a lot of people are. So, despite hearing good things about the place, I’d never visited the Globe until this week. Patchouli was not wafting through the rafters. Bean curd was not oozing from the floor. Noodley Jam bands were not blaring from a boombox. The Globe was a pleasant surprise in every way, most especially the food. I enjoyed a filling and delicious meal and earned a newfound respect for the digestive qualities of abrasive, experimental, not-even-vaguely-hippie music.