A boisterous Financial District crowd packs this high-ceiling, brick-lined dining space that housed a printing press back in 1896. Rusted girders, chandeliers fashioned from old postcard racks, an elevated mezzanine-level dining room (with only 6 tables up there), make the space a stunner, along with the open kitchen and large windows fronting Mission Street. Chef Robert Leva's small plates, like blistered Padrón peppers with a buttermilk dressing; a popular (and rich)
poutine; and a duck confit mixed greens salad, are more appealing and playful than the sometimes less-than-inspiring mains like mahi mahi on a bed of couscous. Single diners can grab a seat at the big communal table or at one of the 10 bar seats. Do not use the valet, which costs an outrageous $25.