"A spot that promised a dalliance with cocktail sophistication as we had 20 minutes to spare before an event in the same building. What could go wrong? Well, in a setting that evoked a scene of chic leisure, the numbers told a different story. With 13 patrons—including us—three bartenders, and ample empty stools, it took a whopping 13 minutes and three awkward eye contacts just to start a conversation with the staff. The chronicle of our two cocktails unfolded like a slow-motion film, taking 18 minutes to reach its underwhelming climax. If you 're in a time-abundant universe, perhaps your experience at Little Fib might be different. For us, the establishment’s sense of timing was the real little fib of the evening."
