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I have lived in this neck of the woods since 1974 and had never been into this establishment believing, as one friend recently wrote, "thought the people who “dined” at The Monkey Farm had tattoos on all body parts, were missing most of their teeth and slept with their first cousins". This proved not to be the case at lunch time anyway. Had a perfectly delicious Reuben sandwich with yummy coleslaw and found the restroom to be scrupulously clean with a funny retro pink sink and incongruously encourgaing pro Giants scribblings on the slate walls.
Nice combination of tiles in this ladies' room. Also great programming. I go here to see the Metropolitan Opera in HD performances. Today it was The Enchanted Island. Magical costumes, a wonderful take on Shakespearean themes of mistaken identity and a cast of fantastic voices and production staff.
Not only can you have any kind of spa service known to man here, but you can also find out what is happening in town or who will clean your house or watch your pet. That's full service.
Sunday morning yoga was supposed to start at 8:30, but it was a little late today due to the post New Year catch up chatter. The decor seems to have an appropriate zen quality. I enjoy a variety of classes here and am especially fond of the occassional visits from the owner's 3 year old Korean daughter who knows me by name and loves to make stacks of the blocks from which she will not spare one for my use. I know she will outgrow this, but I hope not for another year.
Never heard of a swordfish chop? Me either, but I can tell you that I have had this dish twice now and it is delicious. This is now on the top 5 on my local restaurants list. Like the clean and spacious "W" room and the Holiday decorations.( Notice the ponytailed young woman reflected in the mirror who was doing a quick wipe down on a busy Saturday night.)
I won't bore you with the long history of teeth and gum issues which have plagued my life. Suffice it to say that when it comes to oral pain, I err on the side of hypocondria with the full blessing of my dentists. Did think it was cute that along with the germ buster that one is used to seeing in almost every public and many private restrooms these days, there was this little tube of half used toothpaste just in case you forgot for a moment where you were.