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| - You know how you felt about the Buccos prior to this season? Like, you kept going to games, because you know in your heart there's something you love, but every time, they lost, and you went home feeling a little pang of heartbreak?
That's kind of how I feel about Industry.
I've been a handful of times now, and each time it is *almost* so good that I can't wait to go back. Buuuuuuuut not really.
Okay. Let me try to explain it this way: I order a small plate. It arrives. I'm super pumped! I love small plates! I take the first bite - damn, that's good! Second bite - oh wow, still good, but this is so rich! Third bite - oh, who cares how rich it is, it's delicious! Fourth bite - OH I AM STUFFED I CANNOT HAVE ANOTHER BITE.
Like, HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN ALL THE TIME?? WHERE IS MODERATION?
Every time. Every time, I am so excited to eat here, and then I take one bite too many and I'm just done.
If you're a beer-drinker, they've got a ton of variety. I don't do the beer thing, so I stick to their cocktail menu, which is quite nice. I particularly like the fresh-fruit-based drinks like the Rhuby Rhuby Rhuby and Fisheye. The Smokestack is their signature cocktail, and while it's majestic to watch in production, it's not my favorite to drink.
Service has consistently been good, although we've only ever sat at the bar.
My favorite food choices thus far have been the mushroom & goat cheese flatbread and the bacon. Those were the best balance of flavor and not-making-you-feel-like-Mr.-Creosote-ness. I am in serious love with the filament truffle fries, BUT only the first two bites. After that, I want to slip into a food coma and sleep it off.
Industry's all right by me. I'm starting to learn my limits there, so I don't mind popping in from time to time. A round and a small plate split between a few friends - that's a decent reason to come back.
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