Walking into Extra Fancy, it seems clear that the joint was named with tongue firmly in cheek. The décor reads as a combination of roadside diner and public elementary school (Edison bulbs are protected by the dodgeball-proof cages of school gyms everywhere), and the clientele tends towards young and un-tucked, feasting on the raw bar and seafood plates small and large. For drinks, Extra Fancy offers a selection of cheekily named specialty cocktails—they’re stiff and come with those little paper umbrellas. The selection of draft beer is heavy on German and smaller American breweries, but also includes Budweiser. More esoteric selections—large format Belgian rarities and the like—are available in bottles. There’s also wine by the glass and an impressive array of cider. That's where things get complicated, though: when you’re on your 7th oyster and halfway through a “Baby, You’re Driving” (Zubrowka Vodka, Lillet, Combier Pamplemousse Liqueur, and lime juice), is Extra Fancy’s name still ironic?
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