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| - I have a general philosophy when it comes to breaking up with men: If he breaks your heart, get your best friend, get in the damn car, and drive until it doesn't hurt anymore. Then get some delicious food when you get where ever you landed.
Clearly, my most recent ex wasn't significant enough to take me across the country, but I did get to Pittsburgh before I felt better (about a 2 hour drive from AK-Rowdy). Lucky I did too, because James Street Gastropub was... pardon my yankee.... fucking fantastic.
Now. If restaurants were like men, this restaurant would be tall, sturdily built, a southern accent, a wicked smile, and a really big.....menu.
I had the pipe bombs (flank steak, jalapenos, and did you say Guinness sauce?!), the spinach salad, the buttermilk fried chicken with grits and greens, and creme brulee to fully heal my poor broken heart.
Pipe bombs were fantastic and wicked. I wish they had given me more, but, well, ya know, I still had a salad coming and a meal...and dessert. The wonton wrapper was super crispy and the oil they were fried in was clearly fresh. I'll admit to sticking my fingers in the Guinness steak sauce.
Normally, salads are kind of a 'meh' affair. Just a way to make you feel better about ordering fried chicken. But this salad was seriously good. The roasted strawberry vinaigrette was a surprise, a very pleasant one.
I'm going to tell you something top secret. One of my best friends knows her fried chicken and, up until this point, made the best fried chicken I've ever had, but....come a little closer, I'm not saying this above a whisper....theirs is better. I didn't know what to expect with chicken breast, it usually comes out a bit too dry for my tastes, mostly because it's severely overcooked, but theirs was perfect. Seriously moist with a crunchy, flavorful crust that stuck to the breast instead of flaking off. And cheese grits with greens....slap yo momma good (I don't have a clue where I picked up that phrase. I'm a Texan, and that is not a part of our vernacular.... Though, if you really want to be particular, neither is the word 'vernacular').
Okay. The creme brulee was good. Solid dessert made right. But what I really wanted at the end of that meal was a slice of peach pie. Or sweet potato pie. Preferably peach, but I'll take what I can get.
Service-wise, our waiter was kick ass. I should have written this review when I went almost two months ago now....because I can't remember his name. It was a J-name I think, and he had to spell it because I'm a total derp when it comes to names. Anyways, he was a complete sweetheart and kept the glasses full and even made a fresh pot of coffee for me when I asked for a cup even though I told him not to worry about it. (HAH! Read someone else's review, the gentleman in question is Jarrett!)
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