the fat lady oozes plush victorian warmth; low lit, dark wood, stained glass. i’d wager the charm dial is cranked up to eleven during the holiday season...this was my favorite, one of the few dishes that could beenjoyedpurely for the way it felt in my mouth, big juicy fish eggs for me to squish between my teeth, silky cream, crunchily seeded little bagel rounds, and potatoes with a little give on the outside, pillowy softness on the inside. i felt like i could translate the texture into taste on this one. i’m reaching, but it’s all i’ve got.