Feast, in its current incarnation, has had a bar for five years now. And while it’s been a fine, fine bar, and we’ve served many a tasty drink and pleasant meal at it, for five years, we at Feast have been catching our collective hip on it, and everyone who sits on B3 and B4 has been visually assaulted by our kitchen’s unsightly inner workings and caustic fluorescent lights. So I’m particularly pleased with the new bar. No caustic lights. No debilitating corners. Just a pleasant place to have a sip and a snack, or a full-on dinner. Welcome, barfolk.