Please answer the following questions:
1.) Do you like cheese?
2.) Do you like it when servers, kitchen, and bar staff cultivate an image of unwashed, tattooed intelligence and style that can defeat anything - except their student loan repayments?
4.) Do you prefer it when the kitchen refuses to chop vegetables into bite-sized pieces, forcing you to eat salad in a sensuous fashion with your bare hands?
5.) Do you despise diet beverages?
6.) Do you think basil ice cream served on a wooden plank sounds like a great idea?
Then this is the place for you.
We had a crazy rich gouda to start. Of course we did. It came with a rustic-ass loaf of bread and tart cherry preserves, which we devoured. Then there was salad. Eaten largely with our hands. These people linked their own creative sausages and gave me a delectable mix of vegetables in a broth that was seasoned with delicate herbs and some more of that rustic bread. Yep, the vegetables were too big to cut with a fork, again, forcing me to eat them with my hands. Every bit of what we ate was very, very good. In fact, I think we have a new dining experience on our hands. Literally. Well done.
(Seriously - we love it here.)