Ward Fisk
Google
Its branding over substance. "Hifi bar" in a room that is hard surfaces ricocheting a spotify playlist right through every conversation. You may find more acoustic treatment in a white box art gallery, because of the paintings on the wall. Unless, SH is counting the customers and an olive tree in the corner as sound deadening. The seating and decor euphemistically contemporary and modern, when actually more an expression of Ikea tastes and budget. Their service model goes like this: nobody greeting you at the door to tell you where to sit or how to order. If you sit down at a table, any number of runners will repeatedly walk right by you without communicating. If you go to the bar, you will have someone looking at you like, "You figure it out, its not my job". Here's the catch... they will still apply a mandatory 18% service fee without committing to their half of the bargain. Some connotations of "bargain" could mean a good deal, and I must apologize if you took me to mean that. You can pop in for happy hour where you can get decide on either one of the options of red or wine for the cost of a bottle, and that is your most cost-conscious option. Your other choice is a bottle for anywhere between $65-$400. In an era when consistently high-value restaurants are fighting to stay open, Small Hours is curating its own irrelevance.