Two Urban Licks: perfect?

I know I should tread lightly. All-encompassing blanket statements are bold. They are the fuel of political arguments (i.e. "You lie!"), the basis of racist generalizations (i.e. Stuff White People Like), and the modus operandi of douche bags worldwide (see any VH1 or MTV reality TV show). But I can't help it. I think Two Urban Licks is the best restaurant I've ever eaten at.

They only serve one beer (well, two. Their Numbers and the Numbers Black and Tan), about a million specialty keg wines, and the best food I've had (maybe ever). Seven of us shared a few appetizers, which were near perfect (although I hate beets, the dressing was addicting), and the entrees almost brought me back for dinner the following night.

I had the special that night, which was swordfish, prepared beyond perfectly. I didn't take notes, and I should have. The seasoning was incredible. The side dish was chorizo bread pudding. I would gladly volunteer for any science experiment which involved testing the limits of the human stomach if this side dish was involved. The chunks of slightly crispy bread and incredible chorizo made me wonder why I would eat anywhere else again. I also had a bite of the beef rib, which was easy to share because it fell off the bone like it was pulled pork lightly pressed to the bone.

This restaurant will be at the top of my list for recommendations, and I will visit again, even if it means Joe Wilson jumps up screams "Racist douche bag, boy!"