Dis jointed semi posh restaurant in search of a theme or relevance. It is named perfectly. You scratch your head and say "huh".? They serve tapas style...but you are warned to order everything up front which takes away the charm of spontaneity.
The $16 daiquiri was delicious...but the night went down quickly. The snooty prissy waiter buzzed about with efficiency but void of personality or convivial spirit.
The food is precious-foodie; miniaturized versions of real dishes. My wife enjoyed her beet salad, which consisted of two razor thin beets and a soul patch of lettuce and radicchio.
If you're not familiar with poutine , it's a traditional hearty Canadian dish of French fries, curds and gravy. Here, it's four super tiny fingerling potatoes served in the smallest ramekin imaginable (think espresso cup), unremarkably flavored for $16.
Sweet corn with an odd sea foam like froth that was airy, but ugly and actually got it the way of the canned-like corn.
The beef stroganoff was a small sweaty salty stringy rib with no sour cream. $32
Then there was the entertainment. Imagine an experimental jazz group playing music written by Sponge Bob Square Pants. It was juvenile and sounded like they were under water. Here's a tip: find a song with a melody.
I suppose I should be grateful for the pace. In at 6:30, out at 7:15. No lingering here. Obviously a rush to turn tables.
I would change the name to something simpler. Drop the first two words and just call this place Lie....its designed for suckers who are easily hoodwinked by chi chi talk as a ruse to charge $125 (not including tip) for $8 of ingredients.