With its white-walled bistro aesthetic, blackboard menu, and viognier on ice, Stockbridge Eating House very much feels like it comes from the St. John school of restaurants. It’s a shoebox-sized British-European hangout in Stockbridge that plays Clairo over the speakers and serves an absurdly reasonable set lunch menu to communal tables of 30-something gourmands. That changing lunch option starts with bread, olives, and saucisson, and then goes into something like bavette, salad, and beef-dripping chips, before offering up cheese or chocolate mousse. All for much less than it should be. If that doesn’t appeal, admire the David Hockney poster on the wall, go a la carte, and share a veal chop by candlelight in the evening.