I kid, of course. I leave the leg-shaving to my wife, who has considerably more expertise. Anyway, we were sorely disappointed by our first visit beyond the Trappe Door. We liked the subterranean atmosphere--very European, I suppose, if not Belgian. Great selection of Belgian (and Belgian-style) ales, both on tap and in bottles. In fact, the drink menu alone is the size of a small phone book. About the food: the Buffalo Oysters appetizer was good, but the oysters were teensy (about the size of a quarter). The Farmhouse salad with orange sections, bleu cheese, and spiced pecans was delicious. Unfortunately, the evening went to hell from there... I had the Bleu and White Moule Frites. The sauce was bland, the frites only passable, and of the two dozen or so mussels in my bowl, fully a third of them were unopened. Attn. Trappe Door: UNOPENED MUSSELS SHOULD NOT BE SERVED, esp. when you are charging 17 bucks. (I complained and received a measley four dollar discount.) My wife had Beer Battered Cod and Frites. The fish was slimy and oversalted instead of crispy. I also wouldn't swear it wasn't frozen. It was about this time some dude who was not our server rushed by and snatched our beer glasses away without a word--no "Would you like another beer?" or "Are you finished with these?" Nuttin'. By then we were in no mood for whatever dessert offerings they had, so we paid the check ($42 before tip) and went down the street to Luna Rosa for some yummy Blood Orange Sorbetto. (The perfect palate cleanser after a meal of crappy seafood.) So there you have it, kids. I'd love to think this was an off-night, but what restaurant management with any sense brings its B-game to Friday night dinner service?