urban

Emerging onto the upper patio of a post-modern decor restaurant on King W is a pleasant surprise: violets entwining the trellises of the second floor.... we happened to score a walk-in Summerlicious dinner, where we regaled on goat cheese tarts, a rack of ribs the size of Portugal (no parsley munching here, Loos) with an undercooked toasted pine-nut and rice pilaf, finished by a (very ghetto) creme brulee.... pretty good deal... funny how I haven't had the same experience as -some- with these festivals...