Most people have a “happy place,” but mine usually involves a jar of pickles and a quiet corner. Imagine my utter shock when I discovered that my happy place had been upgraded to an entire restaurant in Washington.
I walked in expecting a few gimmicks, but I left with a newfound respect for the art of brining.
The food here is bold, zesty, and unapologetically sour, and quite frankly, it’s exactly what you’d hope for if you’re a devotee of the fermented spear…