One of these where there's always a caveat attached at the end of whatever compliment I have. As in: I think this place is great and you'll enjoy it, BUT I'm confident something will bother you throughout the time you're there.
As in: I love the industrial greenhouse deco (another reviewer called it a "treehouse", which I think is an accurate description of the outdoor-sy feeling of the place). And the L-shaped bar and open kitchen I think is a smart way to delineate the space. But the doorway's a mix of heated humidity and chlorine that conjures the appetizing memories of an indoor public pool changing room. Luckily that didn't extend into the restaurant.
As in: The slightly expensive pizza is so worth it. Especially for its fluffy and airy thin crust. And I'm saying this having tired only 1 lukewarm slice of my friend's mushroom pizza she couldn't finish (I THOUGHT SHE WOULD NEVER ASK). But, my Pimm's cup seemed so lazily put together and deprived of care I'd rather invite you over to my place so I could make you one instead. Note: Tiny diced up pieces of cucumbers and mushy red apples will happily sink to the bottom of a glass and serve no purpose ever.
As in: I could make out through the noisy atmosphere (place was packed what you do you expect) that Kelela and The Internet were blasting on the speakers. But when I excitedly waved our waitress over so to find out who to thank for the excellent musical selection, she informed me it was just some Songza playlist someone put on...
Ok fine, that last one only bothers my crushed heart.
I still recommend it. It was packed on a Tuesday night in January, and there was a pizza on almost any table I could peek at from my seat. People like it. But man is there no excuse to serve a sad Pimm's ever.