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I am just underwhelmed. It was the thought I had for most of the night and exactly what +1 said when we left. It had that "good, but not great" for as much awesome praise I've heard for Butcher and The Rye. Especially after being taken to a beautiful sugar bread dream brunch at its older brother Meat and Potatoes, I wanted a spiced bread dream dinner here. Not the case. I don't want to leave three stars as I did enjoy it, but we probably won't be back.
We made reservations, which you should probably do (and can do, right here, on this page, on Yelp!). The place itself is a wreck of gothic damask and mixed sets of encyclopedias meets cabin full of taxidermy. There are a few themes going on here, and it is looking rougher than Kennywood's new version of Noah's Ark. When you walk in, there are big, reclaimed wood style tables and a massive bar which is gorgeous, but upstairs is a different story (the 2nd story, that is.. ha!). We were seated in the hell that is parties of two along the wall where even I had a hard time wedging between them--and we're a small people. When others are eating, they do not typically want my bum on their table.
With our drinks, the Jessica Rabbit and the Frankly, My Dear, we were all right. The Jessica Rabbit was a generic gin and juice. Frankly was a little bit (emphasis on LITTLE BIT .. it was a third of a rocks glass) of whiskey with a whole buncha sweet.
But the real deal here is supposed to be the food, right? I had been scouring the menu for over a week as I don't eat beef or pig (AKA why did you go here, lady?). Luckily, they had the mac n cheese and focaccia for which I threw my lactose intolerance to the wind and went for it. +1 eats anything, so the pig candy and onion soup sounded great. Everything came out in these tornados of small plates to the tiniest table. The focaccia was all mine. A loaf covered in onions--some cooked, some not so lucky--and not much else to note, served with a ricotta whip that could have been Philadelphia, a white bean paste which tasted exactly how it sounds, and an olive tapenade that could have been roasted red pepper mush for all I know. I hate having no positive opinion on something, so the bread itself was not bad. I actually did like the mac n cheese a lot, if only for the toasted shredded top. And they were shells! Praise the pasta gods. +1 didn't rave about anything. The candy was a square of pig, the onion soup tasted very .. earthy. I ended up saying forget it, box up half the dinner, order another drink and dessert.
The second drink was probably the worst choice of the night. The "10th Circle" is listed as gin, lime, chartreuse, rosemary, ginger, curry tea. That's all. When I received a typical looking gimlet, I was excited. But then I found a heavy sprinkle of what I guess was cayenne on top. Why. You forgot to tell me that part. Welcome to the 10th circle? Probably should have seen that coming. I passed most of it off to +1.
I had been dreaming of the s'mores all day. A scoop of fried ice cream with bourbon marshmallows and chocolate? Absolutely. This was worth it. Everything else didn't hit it off with me.
I actually recommend to come here for just dessert. I wonder if they serve ice cream at the bar.
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