Overpriced bullshit and other froo-froo nonsense. If your idea of lunch involves goat by-products and obscure varieties of lettuce, than this is your place.
Otherwise, keep walking. This restaurant has changed hands more times in the last year than a happy ending massage place.
It's now run by trustfund hipsters that apparently spend all day on their Airbooks ordering varieties of cheese that would make a billygoat puke. "Why yes, actually, I would love to pay five bucks for a small can of imported fleur-de-lis flavored soda"
Um, no. This is just another failing business that wants to soak dumb tourists. Twenty bucks says it's boarded up by October.