I need to go back. At this point, I can only go by the farts that this place created after my first visit.
Blah blah blah charming. Yes. This is true.
But 3 bites into whatever charming stuff we ordered, I was farting. Good farts. The kinda new, exploratory farts I Iove. The kinda farts that say: Hey buddy, this isn't Pho. This sammich isn't simply a Jambon Beurre with colonial French asian stuff on it. This stuff made me react.
I'm definitely going back.