A Slightly Uncomfortable Lunch at No. 7 Market Tavern

Market Tavern StairsNo. 7 Market Tavern is a fun place to go grab a drink. They have a good beer and cider selection and plenty more on the menu. In the evenings it’s quite crowded, with people often sitting and standing outside. Upstairs, there’s a wine bar/lounge called the Chesterfield Room, which I’d never been to before, and I ended up eating lunch up there today.

When I walked into the pub, I wasn’t quite sure whether to wait to be seated or just go grab a spot, and I felt a little uncomfortable about just plopping down because the tables available were all much larger than I needed. After standing around looking helpless for a few minutes, the bartender asked me what I’d like to do and told me that I could also eat upstairs, so I decided to go check out the mysterious Chesterfield Room.

Market Tavern, Chesterfield RoomIt was decorated in red, orange and burgundy, with lots of velvet, wallpaper and chandeliers. It also smelled better than the beer and wet bar cloth smell downstairs, so I decided to stay upstairs. I ordered a sandwich and a soda, and settled in to read my favorite magazine, The Believer. I’m a few issues behind, so I was working on December, which so far is great. I read an article about people’s obsession with cuteness and another about destructive modern art in NYC. I love that the magazine is always different and is written by people much smarter than me.

But back to lunch, things started going wrong when I was served the wrong meal. The waiter was apologetic, though, and brought the sandwich I had been expecting pretty quickly. It was OK. Nothing too special, just grilled vegetables and hummus. It was served with a few parsnip chips, which I enjoyed. And the Diet Coke here tastes so much better than the kind we get in the U.S.

Market Tavern, Chesterfield RoomAnd then the fighting started. The small room was pretty quiet when I walked in. The only diners were me and a table of three women discussing hedge funds. There was a bartender/waiter manning the bar, and he was pretty relaxed since things weren’t busy. And then another bartender/waitress, who seemed to also be a manger came upstairs and started yelling at him. There seemed to be some scheduling/break time conflict and she was not happy. It wasn’t a few quiet words in a corner, but a fit in the middle of the room. It was hard to tune it out, and I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to disturb them to ask for my bill.

The fight went on for a good 10 minutes or so, and once it was done, I was out of there. Probably won’t be going back there for lunch, though I’ll probably still end up there for drinks again sometime.

Sorry the lighting wasn’t great for my cell phone photos. The stairs, which have some fantastically funky wallpaper, ended up being the best shot.

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