This place is adorable. It could be right in the middle of Greenwich Village in NYC. The crew were amazingly nice & made us feel comfortable & welcome. You order your food before you sit down & are handed a cup with ice. On your way to a table, you pour your own drink - which was never refilled by the waitress. I didn't like having to get up to get more. The place is small, which adds to its charm. In nice weather, the yard is filled with artifacts & tables to eat at. There's things all over the place to buy - like handmade crockery & nick knacks. My only problem with the entire place was that the floor is soft. A man at a table near me was shaking his leg & my soup was jumping - quite annoying. This old building needs to be shored up.
As for the food. It's definitely different - quite intense. We both ordered the roasted tomato soup. It came in old teacups. My cup was small & chipped; I felt cheated. My husband had the tuna sandwich. It was fresh tuna & way too fishy. I had the Ruben, which was ok but had much too much sauerkraut.
Although we were glad to have experienced this place, neither of us would go back.
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