I was really excited to check this place out.  The menu looked pretty awesome when I checked it out online.  Reviews here, to sum up, seemed to be pretty mixed, with one's experience tied pretty closely to ordering the right things on the menu.  Armed with knowledge gleaned from other reviews, the lady and I rolled over there on a Friday night at 7:00pm.\n\nThe parking lot was a ghost town.  There were two tables being served.  Not a good sign, but hey, let's give it a shot.\n\nWe were immediately greeted by a friendly young guy who took us to a table of our choosing.  We were also immediately greeted by a NASTY smell in the air.  It smelled like someone dropped a deuce under a table.  Five days earlier.  This eau de outhouse permeated the entire restaurant.  I'm not the kind of guy who is up for making a big deal out of things.  I was fully prepared to try and ignore it and have some dinner.  The lady?  Not so much.\n\n\""Ummmm.... excuse me.  Do you smell that?\""\n\nOur host/server sheepishly replied, \""Haha... yeah, I guess I'm just kind of used to it.  It comes and goes around here.  It's the whole area.\""\n\nNow, I'm not a huge fan of the East Side in general, but come on.  The parking lot smelled fresh as a daisy by comparison.  There is clearly something horribly wrong with this building, and I hope that the young owners of Nosh and Swig have an attorney to help them get out of whatever ugly lease they are tied up in.  \n\nAfter he said he'd be back to take our drink orders, we held our breath, and made a beeline for the front door.\n\nI feel awful for them - and I hope they can get into another location.  One that doesn't smell like the parking garage of the Four Queens.  Two tables at prime time on a Friday night?  How many more Fridays can they possibly have in that space?