We got there at about 6:45 PM, and wiggled into the last two seats available at the bar. This deal is clearly a brilliant move on their part. I think the chances of having a full bar at a tiny restaurant on St Marks Avenue on a Tuesday night are slim to none without it.
The bar is painted black, and the wall behind has a big mirror that hung a bit high so that you don't have that awkward experience of watching yourself sip gin and tonic and stuff french fries into your mouth.
The burgers were amazing, and the french fries: AMAZING. They are super skinny, good McDonald's size fries covered in all kinds of fresh herbs (admit it: fries from McDonald's are the absolute perfect size). Peter and I identified dill, rosemary, parsley, oregano, and thyme mixed in. Yum.
After watching our cute bartender make fun drinks throughout dinner, Peter wanted to try one. He had a fun drink called a Straw Dog that was made with jalapeno-infused tequila, muddled strawberry simple syrup, and fresh lime. The first taste was sweet and fruity from the strawberry, and then there was this light spicy ending. Peter loved it; I loved having a couple sips.