Not only the ocean knows how to get salty, bro.

Sitting at the Chef’s bar watching dulcet waves roll across our one-in-a-million kitchen magicians. Every dish produced is like an unfettered feat of black magic, wonders, the likes of which have never been seen before. Be they angels, or simply men and women of the ancient arts, these proud brave few; shock, awe, and induce marvel with every turn of the spatula. Beyond the soon-to-be legendary aesthetics of our every gourmet plate, the aromas launch nose owners into a wondrous plain of majestic heirloom mountains and honey-glazed seas. A trip to Salt Bistro can only be likened to a 20,000 league adventure into the euphoric edges of the imagination.

      Two steps out the door, my heart already aches with an unquenchable yearning that can only be sated by Salt Bistro. But I stave my tears, for I know, some day, not so far away, I will be whole again.

Cordially, Respectfully, and Warmly,

Joshua B. Winer

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