We set out Monday, after sleeping like bears, ravenous for lunch. We saw Berghoff’s eye-catching lighted sign and said, “Why not?” Interior is dark wood and stained glass. Cozy enough, but no music playing makes me nuts. It’s a busy spot for lunch. We ordered Hefe Weitzen to drink. Then I ordered zucchini-wrapped white fish with a meyer lemon burre blanc, roasted vegetables and potato galette.Tasted like home-cooked comfort food. Opened in 1887 by a German immigrant. Wouldn't have known the place existed if it weren't for Pitchfork Music Festival, they had a booth there pedaling sausages.