I'd say you can't go wrong with any restaurant that has a "Fine Dining" award on the wall. Except it is from 1978. And yellowed from what I can only surmise as an army of chain-smoking boozehounds that still appear to be packed into the bar, sans smokes. Except for the 6 I passed on the way in and I am pretty sure one even had an oxygen tank! I am so coming back to hang out in this bar one night. Quite possibly the sweetest bar ever. Mirrors, packed with folks that looked near death and like they hadn't moved since turning 21. In 1945. I had some Fried Rice. It was exactly as I expected. Slightly greasy, slightly wrong... but good. In a bad way. read more