This broody Bathurst Street room is perennially at capacity. Outside, stylish 20-somethings queue and wait patiently for seats to free up. Inside, the decor is stripped down: corrugated aluminum wainscoting here, a bit of weathered wood there, and some exposed ducts, all made romantic with taper candles in antique silver holders. The seating, mostly communal, facilitates making new friends. The setup also lets guests get a sneak peak of the many five-bite snack options on offer. The ever-changing menu is nomadic, pulling from around the world, mixing and mashing cuisines with gusto. On one night there’s a falafel double-down (a play on the KFC special), the next, a Thai chicken satay skewer.