Steve F.
Yelp
"Are these kids yours" was the greeting first posed to my party of 3 adults and 3 kids, aged 13, 15 and 17. An older gray haired gent asked this question with some aggression. We assumed we were asked this because it was a bar and maybe kids weren't allowed inside, which we thought was reasonable and we asked him this. But no, the bartender said it was a rule that they had to ask. I should have taken this as a hint to the rest of the evening.
It was dark inside and I had to view the menu with the light on my iPhone. But I had to "turn the light off my phone" as that was causing....some kind of something? This again came from the grumpy aloof older bartender behind the counter. The menu is interesting, ordered "baked eggs" which emphatically is "nothing like deviled eggs, but better." It was not better, it was a tomato based mosh of poached egg, maybe some cheese and it was flavorless. It had to be enhanced with hot sauce.
The sauvy blanc was good, the charcuterie as well. Everything else was bleh
To finish this review, ol' gray haired managed to work hard at convincing a pair looking for beer to instead goto a liquor store and buy from there instead.
A large part of dining out is the experience, and ours was subpar. Service business counts on their employees to deliver a welcoming one, and even wine bars can share in this philosophy. Someone should talk to Mr. Grumps about maybe dialing down the passive aggressive snobbery for a moment and realize that....ehhh, don't care enough to say much more