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| - My wife and I came in on a rainy early evening, we've got a pair of twins we wanted to get a few hours away from so we strolled into this joint eager to check out the ambiance and enjoy a good meal.
When you walk in the door, the Victorian/Steam punk décor is really impressive. The overhead lighting flickers and wall paper transport you to another world. The wait staff are dressed in period garb, men in dark trousers, grey shirts and suspenders, the women all dressed in bustiers. You begin to feel that you in a Disney version of 19th century Londonpub, but then you sit your rear down in a cheap uncomfortable plastic seat, and your handed the stickiest flimsy menu and all that magic is sucked away. You can see into the brightly lit kitchen and wonder to yourself, why, this was almost so magical, who needs to see the bright white sanitation of a kitchen in a 19th century Victorian odyssey.
Their drink menu is jam packed with deliciousness, but is poorly labeled. For the typical Charlotte beer snob they have a wide variety of beers, but they don't give you the type or description and if you haven't memorized our 20 some odd beers and breweries you're up the creek. Ask the waiter, he isn't really a beer guy, but he heard that the NODA is good. Thanks pal.
Well, if you're looking for good food, strap yourself in because most of it was pretty mind-blowing.
My wife is addicted to fried pickles, so we ordered them. I was disappointed, they gave you a tiny bit of ranch dressing, which I wanted to drown my pickle in because I wasn't thrilled with the pickles.
The sticky menu had one thing right they label their signature dishes, and with good cause. I ordered the French Onion Soup, which with Trump being president, are we going to start saying Freedom Soup again? The French Onion Soup must have made a mess when I took a sip and it blew my mind, because at that time a child started screaming for his life. I am not sure why a 2 yr old is out at 6pm, olde boy needs to be home, getting a bath before hitting the pillow at 6:30. You know what kids are out past 6:30, bad kids, kids who don't recycle, kids who don't act well in public. Kids who's parents just want to enjoy their friends and relive their old life, but Dad has to take their screaming son outside and console him softly by the dumpster begging him to calm down so he can get back to his sandwich before it gets cold and that son of a gun, Todd eats all his fries. The soup was delicious and unique, you could tell a lot of care goes into their food.
My wife ordered the Spinach flatbred, which tasted like a flat piece of paper with artichoke dip on it. I don't remember if there was a spinach and artichoke dip on the menu, if there was I bet its awesome, because outside that piece of paper, it was good. My wife only ate half, while she chewed on resentment because she asked me if she should get the artichoke flatbread or the pulled pork bbq flatbread. Guess which I chose.
So sticking with their signature item branding on the menu I choses the Shepard's Pie. And like the Shepards at the nativity, I've seen the Lord. It was hands down the best Shepard Pie, I have ever had. And my Mom used to make Shepard's pie and she'll read this review. Will she still love me, I bet she will. It was just perfect, not slapped together and a scoop of Mashed taters tossed on it.
Since it was my birthday, my wife suggested we get desert. But since its my birthday, she let me choose, I really wanted her to choose, but you don't get your wishes on your birthday apparently. I went with the signature, shocker right, Bread Pudding. My wife never knew what bread pudding was, I am not sure she knew what to expect, but it was great.
The food is equivalent to some of the best Irish Pub Food I've ever had, and I'll definitely be back. I hope this place does well, reads this review and uses the cash they make to buy better menus and improve the furniture. Also hide the kitchen in shame, it takes away from the time travelling voyage I want to be on for the only 2 hours away from my kids I'll get this month.
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