At this early date, Trestle on Tenth has many of the trappings of an old-shoe neighborhood joint. The bar is a genial space, where you can enjoy frothy glasses of Corsendonk Brown Ale from Belgium or bottles of the excellent Swiss beer La Brasserie des Franches- Montagnes ($18). Then there are the hurried, somewhat thin desserts, which taste the way desserts often taste in smaller neighborhood restaurants without a high-priced pastry chef in the kitchen. You can get a standard strawberry-ice-cream sundae served in a tall, frosty glass, and a wheel of chocolate cake made vaguely interesting by a puddle of sweet cream sauce spiked with Trappist stout. The most novel dish of the bunch is a thick-crusted walnut pie from Switzerland called a Nusstorte, served with a little cloud of whipped cream. The most satisfying is the simple selection of sliced summer fruit (plums, raspberries, nectarines). They’re served in a blue porcelain bowl and folded with acacia honey, which, presumably, is just the way Kuettel likes it.

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