I don't know why I gave this dump a second chance. The slow service is legendary, and the hipster-er than though factor is practically a self-parody; "Perhaps Monsieur would be more comfortable wearing these thick-rimmed glasses and porkpie hat?"
This was a new low though... It was a beautiful Saturday at lunchtime and we wanted to sit on a patio. For some reason we had Squirrly's patio all to ourselves. We Ordered a pitcher of sangria (which was good) and we're pondering the sticky menus when the wind changed and the patio was filled with a hot rotten garbage smell blowing in from the alley. We retreated to the interior, but the stink saw blowing right through the place. A fitting end to our relationship with Squirrly's.