"Eating at Cloth feels like being inside a very rich person’s house during a power outage. Candlelight flickers against antique-looking paintings of horses and pheasants, bottles of riesling are broken out, and you get the sense that a well-stocked pantry has been raided for snacks—like tasty, cold asparagus salad, hunks of bread with salted butter, and croquettes with apple mustard. The European spot sticks to the tried and true small plates formula of mozzarella with lovely bits and dainty portions of cappelletti, plus obligatory tropea onions. While the menu isn’t inventive, the experience feels very special." - sinead cranna, jake missing
Aleksandra Boruch
