As a life long avoider of Brussels sprouts you can imagine my surprise when I found myself outrightly embarrassing myself on a first date DEVOURING them (happy hour menu even). Though admittedly they didn't hold near the charm of the drink menu or the staff. The bartender was an exceptional wingman.. The bow street a great conversation piece, and combined I'm not sure why I'd go anywhere else. Here's to hoping the hipsters and the scene kids don't hear about this place :)