I came in here without reservation for a quick lunch break and man... this place was packed. I was lucky enough to snatch a table which was the only table without a reservation sign. As soon as I settled in the surrounding ambiance started to churn in my brain. Businessmen in a 20s bar with rustic decors, I'm I in a movie set?
My waiter was a multitasking master that eyed every table like a hawk, seeking for the smallest cue. He made me feel welcomed despite my bright red graphic T-shirt, blue jeans, and worn out leather boots - not so classy. The food was great but what I really loved was the little wink at Balsam Inn, the neighboring bar, with their balsam fir ice cream and tangerine tartlet - I always enjoy food with a little story behind.