I quite liked my experience here. I tried to get reservations a couple hours before arriving but apparently every table was taken for the entire night already. Luckily, they served food in the lounge area and so Maggie and I decided to go anyway and “wing it”. Look at those nice mini lamb burgers! Who knew such a small burger could be so juicy.

My neighbor wasn’t there last night, but the rest of the wait staff were very friendly and we had a great time sitting at the bar feeling fancy. One of the people brought us a little square shot glass of potato and leek soup to “warm up our palate” and after puzzling for a bit on how to drink it, we settled on basically shooting it. A mild mannered bachelorette party requested of one of the waitresses that she put a (supplied) penis straw in the girl’s mudslide and then drip whipped cream from it. It was received with silent smiles. My meal of monkfish tail was delicious, but I think Maggie’s seared tuna was a bit better. I was tempted to order the “deconstructed duck” based on name alone.

My favorite part of the meal was probably the desert: a warm star-shaped crepe filled with kiwi and strawberry and other fruits, alongside a football-shaped scoop of delicious fruit sorbet.

The unexpected treat, however, was overhearing a couple next to us at the bar talking about their upcoming wedding and how the bride’s sister had selfishly decided to get pregnant before the wedding. The bride said that upon hearing this news she became “screaming mad” and called her mother in tears about how this was “the most selfish thing [the sister] had ever done”. Now, I don’t condone marriage nor having babies, but this was great entertainment. I wanted to clap. Luckily, the bartender dared to walk the fine line of sympathy and disbelief and simply commented, “Well, I guess you can’t control the universe.” So true.

The bathrooms were cool too.