Sitting across from my date at the marble-topped table was romantic and intimate, and everything I'd hoped for after waiting an eternity to dine there. It was an otherworldly experience as we conversed over glasses of biodynamic wine and craft cider. I felt like we were encased under a terrarium with plants snaking up the exposed brick walls, the scent of melted butter wafting from the open kitchen behind us. When the lovely server interrupted our fairytale moment to bring a panier of freshly baked whole wheat bread with ricotta, shallot and cracked pepper, the experience kept getting better. Was this too good to be true?