Odd little room filled with nic nacs often associated with grandma(collectable spoons etc.). The servers (owners I've been told) are knowledgeable and kind. A little chatty at times behind the bar.... But as far as the food is concerned... This place is a knock out! Started out with a few sips of fermented leek broth ( no spoon) that delicately coats the palate with a sour kick that immediately balances with the sweet smokey flavour of paprika. The cured salmon dish with torn crispy bread was spot on and the simplistic approach to the lardo is unmatched in Toronto! Both were very well done. For a main I had pasta with duck yolk set atop. Mix and scarf! Gone faster than it took choose from the menu (6-8 items hand written on butcher paper hanging from the roll to be torn off and written anew the next day!). Maple cake with warm white chocolate foam was an enjoyable, light finish to a great meal... Guy at his best (to date)