From the culinary masterminds that brought us Olamaie (bolstered by the savvy of the New Waterloo hospitality group), this celebration of a dining room has a vibe that lands someplace between church supper and clubby steakhouse. Housed inside the South Congress Hotel, the lighting is bright, and the walls are painted with murals of Matisse-esque nudes dancing together as if around a maypole. Billing itself a community chophouse, the restaurant serves items such as a tomahawk pork chop and an oversized strip steak nicely bound by a seared fat cap; both could easily serve three, especially if paired with the creamed greens (kale and chard). Sides demonstrate the kitchen’s Southern skills, though we found the mushroom-laden funeral potatoes too over-seasoned. But just about everything is overshadowed by the Ham Plate: copious shavings of three American country hams served with pineapple-loaded corn muffins and an ambrosial honey butter. All together, it was better than Christmas.