Disclaimer. Don't come here if you're looking for some lovin with your sig other afterwards. Unless of course you're a down ass girl like myself and the combination of chicken grease and bacon fat turn your dial. In which case, party on and don't forget to wet your whistle first with some blackberry bourbon lemonade.
The food....fried chicken with cheddar cheese waffles. Fried okra with cotiga cheese. Bad ass steak tartar with BBQ sorbet on top. Holy crap. What an adventure in my mouth. No kidding. As if that wasn't enough, this girl's meal ended with a banana cream pie, which was awesome...until I also tried the bacon butterscotch cake...that was like a ride on the bacon express, only on this train there was also bacon frosting permeating a butterscotch cake. If you have an itch for the most amazing dessert in this world...try this one. Maple bourbon bacon ice cream...just try it. One bite will turn into two and then before you know it you have bacon frosting all over your fingers because you have completely lost control, leaving you to explain to your boyfriend that you have a serious bacon problem. Bacon anonymous here I come. Thankfully the boyfriend is also a bacon addict, and as he lovingly swipes the fatty frosting from your face, you realize that true love understands all things. Including a somewhat unhealthy penchant for swine. Yardbird. Thank you for a culinary delight and for making me figure out what romance really is.