KFC locations in New York, NY

When you walk into a restaurant in a cute, out-of-the-way village and ask for a soda water with bitters, and the waitress asks, “what flavour bitters?”, and you say, “you have more than one flavour?” and she says, “we have rhubarb, celery, orange…” and it turns out she has more flavours than a human mind can retain: well, this is a good sign.
The room is dominated by some statement bookshelves there is very little call for – there weren’t, for instance, any books – and a Bridget Riley-inspired monochrome wallpaper feature wall, which disturbed my companion so much that he said at the start that it was strobing, and by the main course, that it looked like it was breathing in and out.
Compared with that, the menu looked pretty risk-averse, though I wouldn’t say tame. I had squid and chorizo salad (£6.50), heaped with peppery hot watercress, studded with chickpeas, some sticky balsamic beading in a mild olive oil like it was the 1990s.