text: I only live two blocks from Local Bar & Kitchen, so I'd been eagerly monitoring the progress of its construction throughout fall and winter. When the bar finally opened for St. Patrick's Day weekend, I enjoyed some cocktails on the superb rooftop deck. I had not properly dined there, however, until this past Friday evening.\n\nI arrived with two friends around 7pm and was immediately greeted by the sickly sweet smell of vomit. That was almost enough to turn us away, but since we were immediately seated at a prime table overlooking Carson Street, we decided to stick it out.\n\nIn spite of the early hour, club-style music was blaring and we were forced to shout to hear one another. Thankfully the restaurant boasts a decent selection of beers on tap. (Stella Artois is suprisingly elusive in the 'burgh.) However, when the beer arrived my friend's glass was literally covered in lipstick marks. Strike two!\n\nWe ordered food which arrived quickly considering the packed space. The menu boasts that its salads are \"made with the freshest locally grown Anthony's Original Produce.\" Unfortunately, my Speedy Southwest Salad tasted anything but fresh. The lettuce was limp, the tomatoes were mushy, and the grilled chicken, which I chose to add, was rubbery and burnt. My companions' burgers, although large, didn't taste much better.\n\nIt's truly a shame that the quality of the food and the cleanliness of the space and utensils was so poor, because, in spite of the noisy soundtrack, the atmosphere of Local is pretty great. It's a mix of rustic and industrial chic, with wide plank wood floors, large iron gears bolted to the walls, and exposed beams and funky metal light fixtures on the ceiling. Assuming the vomit smell can be got under control, it's not a bad place for an after work cocktail or late night libation.  Once the weather is consistently warm, patrons can avoid indoor smells altogether and enjoy the fantastic view from the restaurant's best asset, its rooftop deck.