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| - On my usial business trip-induced quest for fiber before my flight back to The Big Crapple, my wife suggested I try Living Kitchen (she now insists she didn't, but that's a reflection on our marriage, not the restaurant).
The restaurant is in what looks like a recently Milenn-trified part of town, you know, where they renovate an old factory or warehouse into what is effectively a post-modern mall where the self-conscious bourgeois hyperenlightened masses can bask in luxury while evading micro-aggressions in a wholesome, nonjudgemental safe space.
I ordered the Fire and Brimstone burger and a beet salad. Both were pretty good, although way short on the fire for a region so famous for its BBQ.
I am sure many other people have commented on the languid service.
I'm not in the free management consulting industry, but I'll offer my keen insight. The main reason why the service is as laconic as it is, is because customer service is not part of the conception of the business.
The food, decor and even the customer demographic is finely honed, but as a workplace, the vibe is more a relaxed work environment geared to pleasant working conditions than a passionate dedication to excellence.
Surveying the staff, I could not identify anyone that ancient people used to call a manager.
In any case, if you like "raw", nutritious bohemian fare and your time is not that valuable to you, you could do somewhat worse than this ultra-contemporary. Yupstaurant.
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