To provide peace of mind, OpenTable had included a new section detailing the safety precautions declared by the restaurant. And upon my arrival, it was observed that tables had indeed been arranged to respect physical distancing. Arrows instructing guest flow had also been taped to the floor; there was a distinct one-way path to guide patrons to their table, to bathroom facilities, then out the back door as an egress point. In the washroom, a bottle of disinfectant was spotted near the sinks, though its intended function missing in action. Stalls were compact and offered less than 2 metres of maneuver room; given this, a sign restricting entry numbers would have been deemed fitting. Menus were tackier than preferred, but majority of waitstaff bore face masks.
Monica Bellucci and a refreshing, zesty White Sangria kept us content until the arrival of four warm plates.
The Togarashi Beef Sandwich was surprisingly milder in comparison. Albeit far from our conception of "very rare", the sandwich boasted a rather tasteful cross-section. Soft, fluffy brioche, crunchy alfafa sprouts, and tart pickled peaches succeeded in providing a combination of varying accents and textures. The fries, noted to be completely crafted in-house, slotted themselves at the softer end of the spectrum and proved greasier than briny - something that was easily resolved with the assistance of good ol' Heinz (packets instead of the bottle for minimal contact).
Nonetheless, positive feedback was derived at its time of consumption, and for that, I am glad.