Re: “Four Corners of the Earth”

From the moment I ducked out of the sun and into the cool, sub-level, stone-lined eatery, I was in love. People slowly made their way down the stairs, reading the sign board, choosing their selection by name only (Trust the maker. Genius.), and quietly tucking themselves into nooks decorated with a most amazing mix of art and materials.

I sat on a metallic upholstered antique cast iron stool and exercised my eyes as they ran over a giant painting of a hungry baby robin; what looked like a humble medieval alter made into a table with chairs on a raised platform on one side and more antique stools on the other; and thoughtfully hung objects from Eastern Europe nearest the workstation of the craftsman himself. Who, I noticed, has a great CEE accent, has an eye for detail, doesn't miss a thing, and keeps everything absolutely immaculate.

When the expert coordinator/apprentice of this hidden gem told me it may take a little time for my order in light of the large party that beat me into this deli of delights, I said that was a-ok. It was a treat to be given time to take in the details. Like the bench with shaggy tufted cushions at one table and the soft beams of light making the painting at my feet glow.

Also, to think on what a Czech Chicken will taste like and which nook I want to claim on my next visit.

Really people, leave any hang-ups at the door and live a little. Channel your little explorer and try something new. It's good for you, and so is this place.