A good place to get a square meal. Thirty-seven of them, in fact.
As I dined, I felt like I was on a plane coming in to Sky Harbor airport.
Be sure to come back often. The menu is always evolving.
Chef Andhrimnir’s place is heavenly. Try the Saehrimnir.
Given the chef of this centrally-located place, I expected to see whale on the menu. Or Cylon.
Here every table is a chef’s table, since she cooks right in the middle of the restaurant.
The drinks were K is for Killer! I got totally W is for Wasted.
The Mexican food here is so inauthentic, even the word “burrito” is Americanized.
Their signature dessert is the “Blueberry Hill.” It was so big, I almost toppled over into the person next to me when I was done!
They accept many alternative forms of payments, even those things you pull to open a soda.
They served me an intriguing mix of wine and beer. (I would have called it a Heinfandel, but their name for it was good, too.)
This place goes far beyond molecular gastronomy, and into biological gastronomy, physical gastronomy, geological gastronomy, and astronomical gastronomy. Hallelujah!
This restaurant is truly farm-to-table . . . the waiter kept disappearing to till the fields out back. Apparently a lot of celebrities eat here, too.
While you dine, you are entertained by the finest aquatic jazz.