Thank you, LTH for one of the more memorable and bizarre culinary experiences of my life!
We arrived at Klas at about 12:30 on a Saturday afternoon, and there were just a few people in the bar area. We were seated promptly by the hostess, who had to turn on both the lights and the Muzak in the dining room as we were seated. As the only customers in the place for a while, we received attentive service from our waitress.
Over the course of our meal, a few other parties joined us: a couple of LDS missionaries on the patio and a couple of indoor tables filled with diners whose median age appeared to be about 900 years old. Glad to see that a diet of pickled beef and bread dumplings is life prolonging. The whole time mysterious people shuttled back and forth from the entrance... nice Cicero touch!
The food itself was not a particular highlight; it seemed sort of standard issue eastern european and not particulary distinguished in any way, but nonetheless enjoyable because, living in San Francisco, I don't get to eat this way often. For dessert, our waitress brought us a sampling of kolacky and apple strudel, both of which were good. Especially when consumed in a room filled with stuffed owls and hawks!
Unfortunately no room for a Chickie's beef sandwich on the way back to the L. Next time, perhaps.