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| - In 2011, for the very first time, I sat down at a paint chipped table in the middle of what could only be described as a "Church basement" -- slightly damp, definitely dark -- and looked around at what art and food, and culture had brought together. I was with a friend, at the time. An extremely good friend. Neither one of us knew what to expect, or how to really proceed, but two mushroom risotto later, and.. I mean.. LIFE. CHANGED. right there.
This place is a cash and carry. You pay for the plate, and if you're part of the collective, you sweep your own dishes. No one pampers you, here, but that's not really the point of what they're doing. They're just doing warm, sincere, totally honest food (on par with any haute cuisine), keeping it free from anything that isn't vegetable or mineral (and plenty of carbs ;D). Truly, spectacular, filling food for a great price. Just don't come in expecting a waitress or to pay with your plastic. That's a no go.
TRH is still one of Urbana's best kept secrets. Sometimes things are better that way. Stay shiny, Red Herring. Shine on!
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After years, it appears things have changed. Apologies!
THEY ACCEPT YOUR PLASTIC, NOW. YAY!
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