This restaurant is tucked into a larger commercial building. The space includes a picture window opening onto St. Lawrence, and stretches into a long narrow space. I sat directly at the bar, by myself, where the dishwasher competed with the music to see which machine was the loudest.
I ordered the roast beef sandwich. The sandwich was piled up with thin slices of beef, roasted red peppers, and some cheese. It was then squished in a panini press and served piping hot. I asked for the mustard to be omitted, and it was. There was a small cup of very tiny, very sour dill gherkins beside the sandwich. I ate one, I am not a fan of dill pickles but the sourness was a nice accompaniment.