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Kenmare, Merely OK, No Match for Sibling Little Owl: Food Buzz

An unusual thing happened after my first few meals at Kenmare, a self-propelling hot spot in Manhattan’s Nolita district: I had a hard time recalling what I’d eaten there. Alcohol wasn’t the culprit. It was a case of gustatory ennui.

To jog my memory, I visited Kenmare’s website. No dice; it’s way too cool for relevant information.