My indecisive and excessive order at Bespoke was embarrassing: giant shrimp on a bed of gorgeous greens, lobster and crab arepa, tostones, housemade spicy potato chips, stir fried spinach. Oh, and my husband had crisped loin of tuna. How moderate. Suffice to say that everything was really, really good. And the place just makes me feel hip; a rare and delightful occurrence at my age. Three course prix fixe at the bar is a $29 weeknightly steal.