Hmm. I admit, I have little to no business reviewing a wine and cheese place. I enjoy my wine as much as the next boozehound, but these high end places that cater to such a thing are usually lost on me. Cheuvront is no exception.
We sat on the patio with the surprisingly noisy light rail banging by all night (forgive me light rail, I still love you). My chair was broken, but the server kept his cool with us even though we must have sounded bitchy. The bathroom situation was... awkward, but again, maybe that's just me.
I'm sure that those with my proclivities are smart enough to avoid Cheuvront by the name alone. I ended up there and don't want to throw the place under the light rail because its somewhere I'd never normally go. Take it from someone a little higher on the social ladder than me maybe.