Is that a real fire embedded in the wall behind the bar at Kristos, or is it a flat-screen TV showing barely flickering flames? "Everyone asks that," says the extremely nice server. It is real, but they have to keep it turned way down or else the bartenders roast from the heat. It's only one of a few things that weren't super well-thought-out about the space, she says, and she laughs. She's allowed: Kristo is her dad. (He goes by Chris.)

With its cobalt blue color scheme, pendant lamps, and painted-black exposed-ducts ceiling, Kristos seems to have been picked up wholesale in Belltown, then set down near the University Bridge...

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