Full of mismatched pillows, lived-in couches, and garage-sale pieces that would have spoken to you, too, this Norway-meets-Eastern Europe eatery is like a vintage shop’s home-furnishing section. Coffee sippers on their Macs appear just as relaxed in their nooks as diners at real tables, cutting kielbasa with knives and forks. Kera Carpenter’s place has a living-room vibe—well, if your living-room were a former hardware store trying hard to be some culinary version of Andy Warhol’s Factory. A sparkly chandelier hangs in the middle of the exposed-brick space, a pool table is tucked away in the back, and funky rotating artwork adorns the walls. Nothing about Domku feels like D.C., and that’s a good thing.