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| - I overindulged here last night in a pretty grotesque way. Our server Corey was on the ball - when we arrived these HUGE, delicious platters of charcuterie and cheeses and accoutrements and bread and everything else you'd ever want were laid out on the table, along with, oh 7 different wines (there were 10 of us - don't judge).
Imagine my surprise when the menus came around after I had already eaten my fill of meats and cheeses to the point of wanting to unbutton my pants.
I knew I didn't have it in me to officially eat anything else, so I ordered the kale and sweet potato salad (which was delicious, and which I will be eating for dinner tonight) and held my fork at the ready to steal a bite of everyone else's food.
The chicken curry was spicy and delicious. The fried chicken was okay, but had a weird "undertaste" that I couldn't quite put my finger on. The meatloaf was as good as my Dad's, and that is saying something - it was seriously delicious, and was like, mini loaf sized, so not a small portion. The ribeye was perfection - a little crunchy on the outside from a perfect sear, perfectly medium rare, and delicious. Those pretzel bites with cheese fondue are about the size of tennis balls, so be ready for that - "bites" they are not. I couldn't leave that alone unfortunately; I am a huge sucker for liquid cheese.
At this point I seriously wanted to die. I could hardly breathe I was so full. That is until the desserts that my sadistic dining companions ordered came out. The monkey bread was good, the chocolate tart thingy was good, but friends - the caramel custard with caramel corn on top? I will dream about it.
The staff is super hip and cool, the girls are amazing looking and fantastically dressed to boot, the guy performing with his guitar was perfection, and the decor is something out of my dreams. How do you not like this place?
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