Food: Not bad. Having real corned beef instead of the crap in a can was a huge plus.
Venue: It's quaint being in an old house but that charm was lost with the child's death curdling cry that went on for about 15 minutes and the parents didn't take their spawn outside. Because it's an old, small house...sound travels quite well.
The number of hipsters though had me on beard, Fidora and flannel watch. Actually had a group next to us that were rating their favorite baristas at the local coffee shops.
Service: No utensils on the table and when asked for jelly for the order of toast, I was brought 6 packets of strawberry. Completely odd but funny the same.
Overall...not horrible, but don't see coming back in the foreseeable future.