The gimmick is "buried flavors." You have to try the "Buried Alive" Dip —a hollowed-out sourdough bowl filled with a three-cheese spinach and artichoke dip that arrives smoking under a cloche. When you lift the lid, it looks like a collapsed tunnel. Tastes amazing, though messy. The cocktail menu is printed on a shovel. I ordered the "Sub-level 3" (mezcal, lime, jalapeño, and activated charcoal). It looks like dirty motor oil but goes down smooth. My only complaint: the "Hole Punch" shot comes with a real hammer and a block of ice. Fun, but dangerous after two drinks.
Our server, “Miner Mike,” was fantastic. He stayed in character the whole time, calling us “prospectors” and refusing to bring the check until we “dug up” the dessert menu from a bucket of kinetic sand. Clever, but a little slow when we actually wanted to pay. Hole House
Title: A dark, delicious dive into the underground. Rating: 4/5 Stars The gimmick is "buried flavors