A little more than two months old, M uses its freshly-imported European oven as a centerpiece for its casual dining concept, with nearly everything but the desserts spending some bit of time basking in blissfully blistering heat.   

Nothing screams artisan or handcrafted food like a flannel-shirted, tattooed server. Remove the pageantry from the building, please, and just give us the weird cuts of beef or spruced up hot dog served alongside a Prohibition-era cocktail.