My first impression of Savory is the lively throng of customers gathered around the bar, which runs pretty much the entire length of the small, narrow dining room. Every one of the 15 barstools is taken. And off to one end, a few more drinkers are standing two and three deep waiting to pounce on the first vacated seats. What I don’t instantly realize is that these folks aren’t here to drink. The bar serves only beer and wine—no hard liquor, for now—and it’s a modest selection at that. Rather, it’s only upon closer inspection that I realize every person at the bar has a napkin in their lap and is eating dinner. I see an elegantly dressed couple, feet dangling from the tall stools, romantically sharing a bowl of mussels. I notice a surfer dude in a baseball cap digging into a salad of heirloom tomatoes with burrata and prosciutto.
