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| - When dining here with a friend before yet another recent concert, I went off the burger rails and ordered their French Dip. A toasty, luscious masterstroke of a sandwich, a crisp Ciabatta bun magnanimously contained slices of chopped sirloin, Swiss cheese, and onion. A bowl of profoundly savory jus that recalled French Onion Soup was provided for dunking each half of the sandwich into, softening the crisp bread into a spongy consistency with its rich broth.
Rounding out my pre-gig meal was a sourdough breadbowl of their flavor-wealthy, beanless (the way God intended it to be), perniciously, deliciously piquant chili that was topped with obscene amounts of cheddar and loaded with heaps of ground chuck, Yuengling soaked onion straws, and diced tomatoes.
Sidelines is making bar food their own, striving for a final say on what is considered lowbrow by effete foodies.
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