Came here on a Sunday night to partake in what I like to call a "no-consent buffet dinner." Everyone's meals were delicious!
My friend had a warm kale salad with portobellos and..parmigiano? A sharp dry cheese peeled on top. Delicious'n'nutritious if a bit too much balsamic at the end. Liked the crispy bits of kale throughout - piety with variety!
The fries, which I took home and am still nibbling, were hand-cut, golden-brown spears of satisfaction. I am enjoying them even in soggy coldness.
My 2nd friend's club sandwich was *huge*, same delicious fries and nice crispy bacon. The club is an art of harmony, achieved well here.
My overwhelming enthusiasm over this place, though, is painted most thickly in the gravy, mashed potatoes, nice roasted garlic cloves and thyme roast half chicken I split with the 3rd friend.
If I were some kind of developmentally arrested comfort fiend delighted by a combination of adult bar-time and childhood mama-made-dinner eating, I would probably go here every Sunday.
(See you next Sunday.)