Waiter forms an Ariel Castro meta-narrative when I ask for house salad. Brings a beer goblet that smells like old dishwater. Place has a bike box bigger than anyone's will to bike here as a destination. young Tremont couples like to go here, they want to go somewhere off the beaten path. Laugh out loud, I am a comedian. This place has malaise after the news story from a short walk away. You know its bad when the yuppies have humility.