So every single reviewer thinks they discovered this place. I guess one doesn't want to rain on somebody's parade, so fine . . . Nice Place, no argument, but finding The Artisan is a lot harder than this . . . 8^D . . .
What got us to stop was having Czech Cabbage Soup on the chalkboard menu. Still looking for the ultimate CCS . . . not as common as one might expect . . . 8^) . . .
Mrs complained that they used saurkraut instead of cabbage, but I tho't it was sensational . . . however, therefore, we are still looking for the UCCS.
We were kinda looking for brunch when we fell prey to the Sirens of CCS, so Mrs ordered ham & eggs . . . prague ham with quail eggs with a side of polenta . . . went very orderly with the Moet & Chandon shampoo we ordered to start. . .8^) . . .
yeh, just a little lite brunch . . . but what I wound up with was a goose breast topped by a fois gras, with new potatoes, and under the greenery, some kind of toast that had the same texture of the fois gras, soaking up the juices. I think I understand the thinking, I just wasn't that big a fan of it.So a little pricey, but very, very good, like the Artisan, a notch below Michelin quality, and the ambience of the location does give rise to the feeling of finding a culinary shangri-la hidden in the back alley behind the Tyn.
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