vkl0253
Google
Looking back at my photos, I’ve already decided I must return at sunset. I just know the views will be giving “main character energy” over dinner.
Let me start with the bad news, because overall I actually had a great time. First: the pricing. My tiny drink cost more than my entire pizza. Twenty dollars for a drink the size of a toddler’s fist. Meanwhile, my husband’s Old Fashioned was also $20… so either his drink was a steal or mine was a crime. And the pizza? Eighteen bucks. Make it make sense.
Second complaint: the décor. They put booths right up against the windows, blocking the city view like it’s a state secret. If you’re going to have skyline real estate, let the skyline do its job. Kessaku (in the National Building) gets this right.
Now, onto the good stuff. We had a rocky start because the restaurant forgot to assign us a waiter. But Isaac and Josh swooped in like hospitality Avengers and saved the day. The drinks were fine, but the food? The food body‑slammed my expectations. Every dish was layered with flavor like they were trying to win a culinary Jenga tournament.
From the bread with fig vinegar, to the appetizers, to the little surprise bites, to the main course—everything was a hit. The honey and pistachio pizza was salty, sweet, and then suddenly an orange mid‑note came in like a plot twist. And the NY strip? Served with sunflower stalk three ways. I didn’t even know sunflower stalk had one way, let alone three.
It was a full-on edible adventure, and I think I may have found my new favorite restaurant in Dallas. I can’t wait to see what they put on the next menu.