German Gymnasium

You're walking into what was actually a gym, and they've kept the bones of the place—high ceilings, exposed brick, that slightly theatrical grandeur. It's the kind of space that makes you sit up straighter. The menu reads like a love letter to Germany: there's a reason people queue for their schnitzel, and the bread selection alone will make you reconsider your entire relationship with carbs. It's proper food, unpretentious, and the sort of place where you can sink a Bavarian lager and feel absolutely fine about ordering another.