Billing itself as a supper club, this haphazardly punctuated restaurant does a good job of straddling the lines between fancy dining room, weird entertainment space, and speakeasy. There used to be a show in the performance space next door, which was supposed to bleed into the restaurant, but once the show closed, the restaurant had to figure out how to make use of the random stages throughout the dining room. So if you’re eating in the main room or drinking away in the library bar, you’ll get treated to random lounge musicians with performances just avant garde enough to pique your interest. The focus here is small plates that are small in size, but not in price. Though with dishes like caviar “tacos” on Yukon gold potato shells, duck confit pasta, and crispy oysters Rockefeller, Rose.Rabbit.Lie. can be forgiven. For dessert, don’t miss the chocolate terrarium; a garden served under a glass cloche that features chocolate “dirt” as well as other cocoa-enhanced delights.