Shrinkage generally sucks, unless you're talking about Shrinky Dinks, which actually pretty much sucked also. For a resto scaling down your favorite foods, check MiniBAR.
Just open in the former Charcuterie space, MiniBAR's actually not so mini, with a quaint, brick-walled front room, a rear space that'll soon be a lounge, and two upstairs enclaves in which to consume a tapas menu that shrinks down many of the vittles whose full-size versions have led you to do the exact opposite. The menu covers lunch and dinner, firing up with 4oz sliders like a classic beef w/ bleu cheese & arugula, and one with lamb, feta, cucumber, and olive spread, then swings sandwiches like baguettes with brie, roasted red peppers, and tarragon butter, a prosciutto/mache/Parmesan/avocado number, and one with seared tuna, ponzu sauce, and starfruit, which always has waaaay better jokes about celebrity fashion crimes than USWeeklyFruit. Non-sandwich fare includes pastas like whole wheat spaghetti w/ carbonara, and a soft fried quail egg on top, and penne w/ truffle oil & fresh Parmesan, plus 4-inch pizzas with toppings like bacon/onion/goat cheese, and hummus/kalamata olive/red onion, all done up with house-grown herbs, which apparently Mini's father didn't find growing in its closet, then ship it off to boarding school.
They're also shrinking salads, like one with romaine, papaya, and prosciutto, and another spinach w/ strawberries, goat cheese, and pine nuts, plus a whole section of snacks, with stuff like truffle fries w/ Parmesan, cod croquettes, Caprese skewers, and corn balls -- just don't ask about their shrinkage around women, or prepare for corn to punch you.
