In a room that looks like a Pinkberry crossed with a submarine, we are crunching on what may be the best hush puppies in the city. The puppies arrive piping-hot and are piled in a basket, craggy orbs with burnished, crisp exteriors and steamy, fragrant innards, shot through with minced jalapeños. We tame the spice with the maple butter that comes on the side; the sweet butter melts on contact, sponged up by the hush puppies. "So good," we whisper to each other, because the room, suffused with a weird yellow glow, is oddly hushed. It's all a little disorienting, not in the least because this is the only vegetarian restaurant I know that might demand a... More >>>