The restaurant takes up the left/southern half of a commercial office building on the rather large Chincoteague Avenue, a few blocks to the west of High Sewn's store. The office building, with brick and stone façade, is about five stories tall, and Amber hasn't figured out exactly what it's supposed to host, but it seems to have something to do with telecommunications. The restaurant is the only shop in it, facing the North/South running Chincoteague, but also bordering the northern side of fifteenth street. The door entering from the side walk from Chincoteague is brass lined, and opens to the stand where Amber must stand to greet guests. Behind her, is the front dining area, which hosts most larger tables, bathrooms on the right (but Amber's left) on the north side of the restaurant, the entrance to the kitchen (which occupies much of the north part of the establishment), and some combination booth/tables. The restaurant is basically cut in half by a U-shaped bar that sticks out from the wall and faces towards the south side, of course tended by Salt-Mixer. On the far side, the west side, is a slighter smaller section with a line of booths on two walls, and high tables that seat 2. On fifteenth street, there is a long and somewhat thin patio area enclosed with wrought iron fencing with several tables with an extendable awning. High Sewn explains that this area is not open tonight as it is a week night, but is often open during the days or on busier nights.
Most of the interior walls are are red brick, with the bar being composed of hardwood, and with stainless steel light fixtures. A photograph on the far side shows a city with a river and brick-walled factories, while another few show airships of multiple models, and notably one wall in the front side is basically covered in what is essentially a blue print or model of an early hot air balloon. The restaurant allegedly specializes in the cuisine of the Husaks, which seems to consist of goulash, a certain kind of sourdough sandwich, and... well, Amber hasn't memorized the menu yet. The Restaurant does not seem to cater to the same clientele as the clothing store - or rather, it caters to the same clientele, but the clothing store pretends to be higher class than it really is. Prices are slightly higher than what Amber thinks she saw in Eastside, but the mark up isn't that high.
There are three servers here tonight, one having all of the booths and most of the high tables in the back, one having the combinations booths and some of the large tables, and one having all of the remaining tables in the front and a small exclave of tables in the rear section - that marine colored stallion lodging a protest against this strangely gerrymandered arrangement of serving responsibilities. Theoretically, the owner is the manager, but because of some kind of development that Salt Mixer didn't fully explain, the owner is less active in the operation of the restaurant, and Salt Mixer is the de facto manager. She expects to become the full time manager soon.