Everyone–including the fedora-clad chefs–seems gleeful at this chummy BYO. Maybe the thumping hip-hop anthems have something to do with this.
Jade tofu and Hunan-style crispy eggplant thrill the chili-pepper set, pea pod leaves target the garlic addicted. You don't have to order Lucky Braised Pig Hand unless you want to. Your call.
Those willing to venture beyond (stellar) grass-fed-beef patties are rewarded with elk, shrimp, and bison burgers, which truly showcase Allen Sternweiler's culinary chops.
If you like big wet ones, this bubblegum-bright spot is for you. Each juicy two-fisted sandwich comes crammed with carrot, daikon, pickle, lettuce, cilantro, and chili aioli. The rest is up to you.
Split an antipasto salad, a 'za, and an order of Mama's cannoli, and like us, you'll probably forget to ask: Where's Papa?
The miso-marinated lamb ribs are completely unsharable, and so craveable that you should probably order two per person and resign yourself to be seen shamelessly sucking on the bone. En savoir plus .
