Let’s face it: you just haven’t been yourself lately...
So we went ahead and booked you a session with Therapy—an absolute stunner of a gastro-lounge helmed by Comme Ça’s former exec chef. It’s open now on Fremont.
Please, come in. Lie back. And tell ’em where it hurts...
The Problem: You’ve been suffering from an acute case of restaurant-related claustrophobia.
The Prescription: A spacious dining room in a historic building, complete with vaulted ceilings and a 600-square-foot party loft for post-dinner date diversions. (Take a deep breath. Then check out this slideshow.)
The Problem: You have a serious truffle deficiency.
The Prescription: Baked ricotta with truffle honey and deep-fried pig ears with truffle mustard. Also: herb-buttered truffle fries to complement your Wagyu-beef burger or chicken-and-Belgian-waffle slider. Hey, doctor’s orders...
The Problem: Stress due to lack of s’mores.
The Prescription: S’mores served in a cast-iron skillet involving a graham-cracker crust, toasted marshmallows and bacon. It’s a miracle cure.
The Problem: You’ve got a fever.
The Prescription: One of three housemade sangrias. The Devils Eyes frozen drink with mango-and-lychee puree and Lucid absinthe. A pisco punch...
Or, you know, more cowbell.
So we went ahead and booked you a session with Therapy—an absolute stunner of a gastro-lounge helmed by Comme Ça’s former exec chef. It’s open now on Fremont.
Please, come in. Lie back. And tell ’em where it hurts...
The Problem: You’ve been suffering from an acute case of restaurant-related claustrophobia.
The Prescription: A spacious dining room in a historic building, complete with vaulted ceilings and a 600-square-foot party loft for post-dinner date diversions. (Take a deep breath. Then check out this slideshow.)
The Problem: You have a serious truffle deficiency.
The Prescription: Baked ricotta with truffle honey and deep-fried pig ears with truffle mustard. Also: herb-buttered truffle fries to complement your Wagyu-beef burger or chicken-and-Belgian-waffle slider. Hey, doctor’s orders...
The Problem: Stress due to lack of s’mores.
The Prescription: S’mores served in a cast-iron skillet involving a graham-cracker crust, toasted marshmallows and bacon. It’s a miracle cure.
The Problem: You’ve got a fever.
The Prescription: One of three housemade sangrias. The Devils Eyes frozen drink with mango-and-lychee puree and Lucid absinthe. A pisco punch...
Or, you know, more cowbell.
