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| - In my opinion, neither Lucky's nor its east-side sister, Vine and Bean truly live up to the hype. And I have really, really wanted to like both places. But "meh" kind of sums up my experience dining either place on multiple occasions.
I had brunch with some friends at Vine and Bean this weekend. I love the location. Larchmere is one of my favorite neighborhoods. The building is beautiful, and the restaurant has a sweet patio out back. We were seated quickly and given the schpiel about V&B's focus on fresh, local food since one of my dining companions had never been there before. I kind of feel like these days that's not much to brag about because everyone's doing fresh and local. It's almost something to be expected and it's unusual if someone admits to being a Sisco-exclusive operation.
Service was inconsistent; the waitress was polite and fine, but she forgot a friend's coffee and refills a couple times during the meal. When one of my companions attempted to substitute whole-grain toast for whatever comes with the Shipwreck she was told that the restaurant doesn't do substitutions on weekends. WTF it is just toast. I've seen others complain about this detail for both Lucky's and V&B and it just seems ridiculous to me. I get it if whatever ingredient you're trying to get subbed is key to making the dish what it is but give me a break, it's just toast.
My boyfriend ordered the biscuits and gravy, which is his go-to dish in new restaurants. "That was featured on the Food Network!" the waitress exclaimed proudly. I know that might be a selling point for some people but I am not usually moved by whatever dish Guy Fieri has screamed about. Because Guy Fieri is gross.
So being the moral hypocrite that I am, I also ordered the biscuits and gravy, which I had actually never had before. I'm usually an omelet or a Shipwreck girl. But gravy sounded good. I was hungover, maybe, and my irrational hatred of Guy Fieri could be overcome temporarily.
Coffee drinks were good. And the food was fine. Not great. In fact, I've had much better biscuits and gravy elsewhere. But it was serviceable. Minus the fact that the bunch of grapes they garnished my plate with were soaked in sausage gravy.
I wish I could love this place, because I'm a huge fan of brunch and eating local and all that jazz, but I feel very lukewarm about the food, the service, and the "OMG we were on the Food Network" attitude in general.
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