The Continental Lunchroom appeals to those whose palate runs toward the pedestrian. (And it's only natural, downtown streets are best navigated on foot.) Or say a judge is going to send you up the river for pot possession and you are down to your last $5. You're going to be eating boiled bologna in the pokey for the next 10 to 15 years, and you want one last home-cooked meal: The Continental Lunchroom is the place. ;- Michael Cary
; Wine cellar meets unpretentious rec room with snacks and cleverly named flights, like “Pinot (Noir) Envy” and “Call Me a Cab.” It makes a great date night for any demographic. Oeno-phobic? Check out “Wine 101” on Saturday afternoons.
