This place recycled every trendy cliche going. The food was heavy and greasy and tasteless. Awful. Really. And Expensive.
Fake dartboards painted on the wall? $8 draft beers? $11 potato chips? $13 for 6 mini corn dogs on top of a pile of limp fries? Rock and Roll XM satellite station? Tabletops had beer pong boards carved in. Pot Pie was $18 bucks and all pastry. Service was so bad I was angry and felt violated.
I love how they brag about not carrying Budweiser products. As if this place isn't just as commercialized and insipid.
I felt embarrassed and foolish after paying the tab. Didn't touch my entree but server and busser didn't notice or care. Wow, Todd English, you're so trendy and indie now. The existence of this place signifies the official"gastropub" shark jump.
Really not a good place at all...