Although they never remember us, we have eaten at Honey many times, most recently on my husband's birthday. First, we always have to get past Jerry's lament that the chairs and booths are sat-out and uncomfortable. But, then we get distracted by the menu, and all that fades away. As always, the dishes are as interesting and inventive as the other reviewers note. In fact, you could just go for the truffled popcorn, which is served in lieu of bread, and be transported. I had a variation (food allergies) of the pan roasted branzino, with shaved brussels sprouts and truffled mushroom vinaigrette, and it was great. (That goodness, Honey has not fallen prey to that unfortunate trend of sweetening brussels sprouts.) My husband loved the salmon tartare, with green apples, oil-cured olives and honey on sesame chips, but I was disappointed to see it was made with mayo to which I am allergic. He also flipped over the buckwheat noodles, with pork belly, although he couldn't identify a trace; BBQ eel -- he loves eel, but maybe it was actually pork belly; pickled Matsutake mushrooms; and more. Jerry also had the wild mushroom quesadilla, which he thoroughly relished. Now, not that he had the room or the desire for dessert, but just a little complementary treat, given that it was his birthday and all, would have been a nice touch. Also, before you get fixated on any of the dishes mentioned, beware: the menu changes frequently. This is a tiny place that operates at the whim of its brilliant chef.
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