I don’t know what Garp & Fuss is. I don’t mean the name. Well, yes, I do mean the name, too. But I also mean that I don’t know how to classify it as a restaurant.

The menu is kind of all over the place. There’s a pasta dish right next to a schnitzel. Tacos, natch. Burgers, of course. A Cuban sandwich right above a Vietnamese Bahn Mi (though it’s spelled on an online menu as bahni mi, which I thought might be a clever play on the French term bon ami, but apparently was just a misspelling because it is correct on the in-house menu).