Lilliputian dishes won't stop you from indulging your Brobdingnagian appetite at Swift's Attic: a decidedly downtown small-plate haven taking over Kyoto's above Elephant Room, replete with fixtures made from things you might actually find in a room where
young siblings discover the pleasures and horrors of humanity people store stuff, like irregular lengths of copper, old metal sheaves, and a bird cage that serves as a chandelier. Envisioned by alums from a slew of top eateries (Uchi, Jeffrey's, Mulberry, Haddingtons), creative comfort food starts with snacks (blistered shishito peppers, house-spiced beer nuts), lighter fare like Hawaiian red-salted raw Maine diver scallop tiradito (w/ cucumber sorbet, aji amarillo), and deep-fried goodness such as squid fries served with roasted garlic aioli, herb salad, and charred lemon, because when life gives you lemons... set them on fire. Heartier fare includes foie gras & Niman pork belly mini-banh mis, braised baby octopi (Spanish chorizo, corona beans, yellow pepper preserves), crispy twice-cooked duck wings, tater tot poutine (with ham hock, local Dos Lunas queso fresco, "Big Daddy" gravy), and red-curried venison kabobs from Broken Arrow Ranch that'll have you dropping a nuclear bomb later in the evening. You can hog the booze all to yourself, be it a selection from an affordable list curated by the East End Wines guy, a rare draft (Dogfish's 10.5% Burton Baton), or a cocktail like the Peligroso tequila/ St. Germain/ habanero sweet & sour Sir Gallahad, who, just like Gulliver and you, had a very hard time finding his way home.