Williamsburg? Knock me down. Theme? Primitive modernism, natch.
“It speaks to that part of us that longs for something real, organic, dirty and alive,” he says, “that wants to pick up some rocks, logs, meat and cook over a fire.”
I don't have that part. If I ever did, it withered and dropped off during a two week scout camp.
The menu...goes to wonderfully unexpected places and features succulent, fall-off-the-bone pig’s tail, a bright consommé made with herbs from the restaurant’s roof garden and a cashew-dressed vegan salad that tastes curiously like a classic Ceasar [sic].
Publicist is shitting us, right?