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I enjoy eating. I also happen to live the Haymarket, and there are a plethora of good places to dine at within walking distance. So, when a new sandwich shop opened up in the Creamery Building, I was excited to check it out. I did, and here’s my take on Krem Le Bistro:

The ambiance is (for Lincoln) fairly upscale and, in a word, “chill”. There’s art on the walls, a baby grand in the corner, soft jazz in the air; all this in a small but-not-quite-cozy second-floor space that’s painted in warm tones and bathed in muted light. A limited selection of craft beer and wine is available; I had a glass of Boulevard Wheat with my meal.

I ordered a turkey sandwich; instead of the salad side, I decided to get a cup of cream of garlic soup instead. The soup, while flavorful, had a consistency similar to baby food; it tasted much better than it looked. The sandwich was a bit smaller than what I was expecting; other than that, I was very pleased with my sandwich. All the ingredients were fresh, the turkey wasn’t dry, the bacon was cooked perfectly, and the mayo-like dipping sauce complemented the sandwich quite nicely. Dinner prices run marginally above those of Lazlo’s/Fireworks.

While my Krem Le Bistro experience was most enjoyable, I probably won’t be having dinner there again anytime soon (unless I’m there for a music performance). The reason? This restaurant EXUDES the “I am a date restaurant!!!” ambiance (albeit in its own classy, understated manner). Although there were only three other people dining the entire time I was there; over time, if the word gets out, I’m sure it will assume its righful place as a Haymarket date restaurant along The Oven and Vincenzo’s. I plan on trying Krem Le Bistro for lunch sometime, but you’re not likely to see me there for dinner in the near future.

Addendum: If you’d like to go there sometime, and you also happen to be female, I’d be willing to share your dining experience. Hell, I’ll pay. I’m only slightly joking. Seriously. (Maintaining the remaining shreds of my dignity gets harder and harder to do with each passing day…)