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| - First, here's what has to happen to get at ***** review.
* Staff is uneven. Some care, some don't. Waitress for the evening disappeared without a word to go home. Had to ask bartender for check ... which she processed with a great attitude. Welcome was underwhelming for a party of four, all above age 65. We had a total of four waiters plus a runner. Attending to the table was poor with us twice getting up from the table to ask for more wine, for example. Checking backing with the table was unacceptable with large times between even asking if we were ready to order.
* Wine prices are double full retail or more. This is unacceptable. The Jordan Chardonnay can be found in stores for around $30-32; their price was $70. Since this is more of a bar than a restaurant, and since their wine list is so very small -- though nicely chosen -- I would not visit again with wine drinkers. We chose the Stellina Pinot Gringio (2 bottles) and the Jordan Chardonnay.
* It seems that they are, in part, chef driven. The "Biscuits & Jam" had to be replaced because the biscuits were too hard to eat! This should not have been served! I actually took my knife and banged on the biscuit before it was removed! However, the deviled eggs are spectacular and recommended. The pimento cheese ball was also a hit. These are, of course, perfect bar food items and not restaurant appetizers but "snacks" as listed on the menu. Another favorite was the Liver Mush Toast. I asked if it was Neese's (a local provider less than one mile away), and the waitress was unsure. It was recommended by the clean plate, though.
* The two entrees came with nothing ... that's nothing! No bread, no waffles, no nothing; all was a la carte. The pan fried trout was well cooked but a bit salty. The fried chicken was crunchy beyond belief; it makes KFC Extra Crispy seem soggy. For my taste, this experience reminded me of crunching ice, and the herbs in the copious breading gave an odd sense of burnt (which it wasn't) frying. For real Southern fried chicken, I suggest changing the breading to something traditional and frying in one of your cast iron skillets and not in a deep fryer. Also, the Anson Mills grits with kale is just plain weird, It reminded me of Irish steel-cut oats. BTW, I am an Anson Mills customer, just so you know.
* The banana pudding was a huge hit.
If you're looking for a neighborhood bar with aspirations of "sports" and the loud pop music that often accompanies, and you're hungry for good bar food, this would be a fine choice. The care that is taken with the food is uneven (yes, I observed the kitchen) and it depends on when you come and the age of your party; young, energetic tables seem to attract the most attention. In some ways, this is understandable, but it in others it is just stupid. Our table of four old guys dropped an over $200 tab while the table of four cute girls next over spent a total of $55. 'nuff said?
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