Now, I am sure that all you folks have heard 4 non blondes sing about Morphine and Chocolate. If you felt any of the desire, angst, and love expressed in that tune then you are in for a treat. Why is that? Well forget any other post that you may have read about this place, because 3 months ago it was taken over by Barry Smit, world citizien out of Holland, who is rapidly turning the Chocolate & Love Restaurant/Lounge/Bar into a center of all that is artistic, poetic, musical and down right lovely, chocolately, and openly honest.
Is it too simple to say good food? Perhaps, but tastes change only slighlty slower than diets for a New York debutante. And what is good in food today is not necessarily so tomorrow. Here there is some consistency in a chef who loves what he is doing. Go Nathan go. But bangers and mash, get real Nathan. Mothers secret recipe or not, you can make a lot beter than that…now get me some bread to mop this stuff up with.
Is it too bland to say reasonable prices? Perhaps. but fxxx that 180NT Heineken when it can be had at a fair price and chased with a Van Gogh (Absinthe, poured over a sugar cube, burned until carmelized, mixed with the sugar, and then sipped away…morangito for tigerman, stragbasher, fred smith and all you other alkies out there ). Oscar Wilde and Hemingway hated Absinthe and therefore drank it by the gallon.
Is it too distorted to appreciate tight new jazz bands palying thier music your face or when they are gone listening to the music your favorite rock, jazz and blues played in the background.
Am I too effusive about Choclate and Love. Perhaps, but blame it not on the morphine, you non blondes, check it out yourself before you reply to me.