I'll abide by this General's laws any day. Especially the ones that dictate that when there, I must eat their scratch-made meals paired with artisan bourbon cocktails. Lock me up and throw away the county key, General.
Last time I was here I had pork pot pie, and it was more of a stew topped with a crust, but regardless of its deconstruction it was creamy and hit the spot. I paired it with an old fashioned or three and they were top notch. Clink clink.
The ambiance is crowded, wooden and full of bubbly Queen W locals. Like me. If you think we could be friends, you'll probably like this place. If you think I'm a hipster who pays too much for sandwiches, this place isn't for you.
PEPPER POINTS for having their bathroom on the main floor. I'm so GD sick of dungeon bathrooms.