This corner locale drips with voguish vintage detail, but the allure ends with the decor. The Southern-influenced menu is light on assertive flavors. Seared scallops came with a cloying medley of accoutrements: leeks, almonds, peas, sunchoke and apple with a sticky demi-glace. Watty"s dry and bland burger, served in an overlarge kaiser bun, gives grass-fed beef a bad name. We were impressed to see a vegan option on the dessert menu, but the tofu-based chocolate mousse was served with dairy ice cream (huh?). It"s just that sort of faux pas that makes this place yet another South Brooklyn disappointment.