This swanky, avant-goth place has a lock on young and hip. Crisp squid “fries” make an excellent start, accompanied by a tangy aioli and a fire-kissed lemon half. Toasty croutons for the panzanella salad brought a nice crunch to the combo of heirloom tomatoes and a slice of grilled Swedish-style Brun-uusto cheese tossed in a perky pomegranate vinaigrette. But perhaps our favorite dish was slices of rare seared antelope tenderloin with a lemony chimichurri and crisp french fries (best when dipped in tangy tarragon yogurt sauce). In contrast to dinner, lunch seems an afterthought, with disengaged service and a menu divided between contemporary and stodgy (like our appallingly squishy chicken salad sandwich). Bar.