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| - Seeing as this is the only sit-down restaurant meal I've eaten in Charlotte, my review may be a bit skewed, but I didn't think this was the most OMG-amazing-I-can-die-happy-now meal of my life. My dining companion, who is much better versed in the local eats than I, assured me that this was the best meal he's ever consumed in the city. Despite this praise and his expertise, I found myself smiling and nodding so I didn't insult his home town by saying that it was good, but *just* good. Had the restaurant been named "Good food and not very good cocktails on Montford" I may have given it five stars for perfectly fulfilling its name, but instead I read the name as "The Best Food in Charlotte, Let Alone on Montford." Oops.
Since I've already stopped being polite, I'll go ahead and begin with those very cocktails. At this point in the evening, having spent nearly three hours waiting in line to see the McAdenville Christmas lights, I was damn near delirious from lack of food and being imprisoned in a car. I was a little wary of how sour the Montford Gin Sour (meyer lemon house sour, Plymouth Gin, St. Germain, egg white) would be, wanting something more akin to "comfort drinks," so I went with the Mayflower (Plymouth Gin, agave nectar, basil, lime juice) which seemed like a safe bet. Though it was quite strong, it really lacked flavor from any of the elements other than the gin. How can you mess up "safe"? The Sour ended up not being terribly sour but did lack the body that the egg white should have developed in the drink. I can't speak to the quality of Justin's Good Old Fashioned, but he assured me it followed the trend of strong drinks and was well pieced together. The chocolate-chili dessert cocktail, the Hot Chocolate Martini, was the best composed of the four for the evening and I was a bit bummed I couldn't have more since I pulled the short straw and was driving back. Good Food's cocktail program may not be as sophisticated as I prefer, but it did one thing right: it easily got my boyfriend drunk. That's saying a lot for an Irishman who can hold his liquor, so ladies, take note...and take advantage.
We ordered the cheese plate to whet our palates while we browsed the rest of the menu, picking out more than enough to satisfy our hunger. The three cheeses were well paired with with honey/fennel, jam and truffle chutney, and overall was my second favorite part of the meal. My number one dish was the parmesan gnocchi with roasted chicken, mushrooms and arugula with porcini broth (which is a huge compliment as I generally do not like mushrooms), and I really enjoyed the green curry mussels. Justin liked the crispy Korean beef, the steamed bun was good, and the let down of the night was the scallops with grits.
As the reality of the amount of not-so-small plates we ordered was setting in...into our waistlines, we were offered the dessert menu. Never one to turn it down, we gave it a glance and I ordered the malt flavored cheesecake and Justin got the aforementioned dessert cocktail. At this point in the evening, we were the only diners remaining yet the girls helping us were still very helpful. The cheesecake had the consistency and taste of a slightly-malted flavored flan -- not your typical cheesecake but quite beautiful. It was garnished with crushed malt candies, i.e., Whoppers, which made it that much better since they remind me of my childhood.
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