Salt Factory is all British pub wood accents, and there's a convivial feel that pervades the room and spills out onto the sidewalk. Charcuterie, including the ever-underappreciated liverwurst, fried oyster, and an outrageously creamy six-onion soup hit the right notes. Entrees were a little less successful, save for a whole trout with braised cabbage, mashed potatoes and bacon. The beer list is hardly earth-shaking, but there's a nice mix of standard domestics, craft beers and Belgians available. Salt is trying to do a whole lot all at once, and there's no doubt that Roswell appreciates the effort.
Like a short trip to the Mediterranean coast. Risotto, salad nicoise, grilled rib-eye steak, deliciously crunchy fried calamari, gazpacho, lamb shanks, sea bass. Different rooms have different themes, from wine cellar to sun-dappled balcony.
Visiting the Fickle Pickle for lunch is literally a night and day experience from past special occasion dinners in the restaurants former incarnation as Asher. The menu features straight-forward sandwiches, salads and soups. It's hard to walk out the door without sampling at least one of Myriam Zaleski's seasonal pastries.