Pyrotechnicality never underwhelms me. Light a match, and I'll show up. Set me before a 1970's liquid fire pit, and I'll bring friends.
It's really all about the fireside lounge for me _ and the same should hold true for you if you go to the Peppermill. That is only if you've got a smoke and mirrors sense of humor and some velvet-covered disco fries left in the frying pan of your soul kitchen.