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This place looks and feels like it belongs in a Wes Anderson film, or perhaps should simply be relocated to Maine. There is food, in the form of charcuterie and oysters, and for the record it is also the latest incarnation from Andrew Tarlow of Diner fame. And with little scrutiny you can see all of the tells that come from it: delectable menu of fine food? Check. Strong hipster pretension? Check. Careful crafted cocktails? Che...wait a minute!
I was there late one night after a hellish night of margarita's, my unofficial drink of the summer, and I received the stink eye from the bartender with bad tattoos when I asked for a simple margarita with salt. He couldn't do it as he had no sour mix. He resorted to lime which is fine, and oddly more traditional, but not traditional in the American sense as a sour mix has sugar which gives it the requisite sweetness required of all cuisine uniquely American (for the record I don't believe he added any simple syrup). I digress, the drink was not great. It wasn't bad, and I still drank it, but it definitely did not hit the spot. I drank it out of spite and my latent alcoholism, but to produce a bad margarita is a swift kick in the juneberries.
It will be interesting to see how this place pans out. It was d.e.d dead, and with Glasserie around the corner composed of an all-star team of ex-Tarlow cronies, I wonder if his Midas Touch has failed him.
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