I can't say that I didn't like it here.
The vibe of the place is surprisingly chill for Queen West.
I mean sure, they have the hipster audacity to overexplain to you the origins of all the ingredients of the stuff you're eating.
You learn about the field that the mushrooms are foraged from.
You learn about the random shit that they infuse into perfectly good alcohol to make it more perfect. Cedar. Organic something-or-other. Titatinum. Adamantium.
You learn the name and genetic lineage of the cow that's died for your sins.
Items are plated in an artistic yet edible manner.
It's relatively expensive for what it actually is, but worth it once. Perhaps twice.
One of the better restaurants in this part of town.