They have wonderful beer list, passable wine and a patio. Would I indulge in sitting down for an involved paprikash-kinda dinner? Nah. Would I give their Brussels sprouts another try? Not so much. My agenda here involves sitting on a patio on a wonderfully starless city summer night letting the breeze play with my hair and watching the eager citizens consume beer and fired goods as I sip on my Riesling.
And if the violin girl comes back one of those nights, I will call it my urban utopia.