With its exposed brick walls and steampunk-ish furnishings, cheeky Swift’s Attic is just right when you want something classier than bar food with your cocktails. Most plates are meant for sharing, an idea we quickly rejected because ours were so tasty. Strips of tender squid labeled as “fries” were in fact not fried (yay) and came with roasted-garlic aioli and charred lemon. Savory slices of soy-marinated flank steak came atop crispy rice cakes made ruddy but not too spicy by added kimchi. A brûléed slice of triple-cream Delice de Bourgogne cheese (served with a dab of cocoa and candied blackberries) was brilliant. We wished we had ordered it for dessert instead of the clever but ho-hum Popcorn and a Movie, with caramel corn and pieces of house-made candy bar.