That person you locked eyes with over a stack of obscure photography collections at Defunct Books? Follow it up with something at Lou. This warm white cottage on the outskirts of the neighborhood has delicious interesting plates with depth and charm (you are what you eat, right?). And this is the case for pretty much any meal of the day. Brunch is the time for a lively aperture debate over verlasso lox with kiwi vinegar, with some pet-nat to spice up the argument. Dinner winds its way through a discussion on optimal lighting settings and a tender lamb leg tataki with burnt shallot butter. And by the time you’ve gotten to the double-fermented soy sauce ice cream, that second date is a forgone conclusion.