Was in town for training and had lunch before leaving to drive back home (6/15/24). Pretty underwhelmed, though the service was welcoming and hospitable (kind of).
Ambiance: airy, spacious, open and pleasant. The area it's in is fairly nightmarish, from a big business/over commercialized/ traffic-snarled/ so-trendy-the-Trader-Joe's-is-there area.
The staff: the hostess was cool, and not in a good way. Yeah, I'm an elder Millennial, but I couldn't help get the impression that there was an interior guffaw she couldn't suppress when I waited in line to make sure I could have lunch at the bar by myself. Feelings ain't facts, however, so this didn't have any bearing on the rating.
The bar staff was personable, conversant, and welcoming. I enjoyed two brief conversations with two different bartenders and they were gracious with their time. All told, the bar staff was the most valuable asset of the experience. Looking around, the rest of the staff seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. On the one hand, it's good to see a supporting environment; it allows me believe that the back of the house and GM are leaders, not managers. On the other hand, it was loose enough that it seemed that some of the staff were there to hang out and lacked focus on the work (and the fruits of this this may have reared its head with the fried chicken part, below). Between correlation and causation, however, I'm not going to attribute taste-deficiency to the causal relationship between a lack of focus and what hits the table- but it's hard not to do so.
The food: here's where it gets all over the place. Went gluttonous and had an app and a main by myself.
The pigs in a blanket (waygu and sesame with a slightly light sour-cream-ish sauce). The crisp outer shell with the seeds was delightful. Soft and chewy on the inside, so great texture contrast before the firm, buttery hot dog. But two things: 1) the last bit of the bread before the hot dog was, well, wet, and fell apart. The preztelish croissanty outer kind of withered if not sliced on the bias with a knife and eaten. Taste was very good, but, it's like the meat of the hot dog lacked the sumptuousness that I expected from Waygu. In all honesty, Costco sells a wonderful hotdog: texture, taste, value, all that jazz. But not waygu. And that's what I tasted here. Very good, but very Costco. And all told, if you'd have taken the crème that they offered with it and put it on a Costco food court hot dog, I'd go with that. For 1/12th the price.
On to the main: the fried chicken. Let's get to it straightaway: it was over breaded and it killed the whole thing. To steal outright from Alton Brown, what I was hoping for was GBD. If you look at the pics, two included from different angles for exposition, it was just dark Brown. No Golden. And not Delicious. They offered a half chicken, and all three pieces had the same symptoms. The breading was brittle, slightly bitter, and dark brown. The seasoning was completely covered up (not hidden or masked, opening up through the bite) by the grease and burn. Juicy on the inside, but all for not when phase 1 presented what it did. The mashed potatoes were mashed potatoes with a touch of horseradish (I think), the gravy good. The biscuit was dense, chewy, great. And, this said from a carnivore, the slaw was the best of the offerings. It's a hybrid vinegar/mayo variety, done exceptionally well. Crisp, light, but with a panoply of elements to enjoy through the taste. The vinegar had something special to it.
My genuine belief is that they really do use the niche-y super premium ingredients that the menu would lead to believe. But when the process that brings them together fails, the ingredients fail. That's my take on the food.
Final gripe: the name Culinary Dropout made me think this was a kitschy, irreverent eatery offering "screw you CIA!" takes on upscale classics. (Maybe this is why one shouldn't talk smack about CIA or other standard bearers of the culinary academy, however). Some whim and caprice. Some slap-dash necessity met with creative irreverence. Not on them that I didn't do my research, not on them that I was fooled. But the name seems more marketing than genuine. More sizzle than steak. More science than art. If I'm ever back in Birmingham, I'll be certain to try again. Or one of their other locations in whatever trendy part of a trendy town (Austin! Meh meets passé. Nashville! Soulless, Californian. Somewhere in North Carolina! Which image-curated one? Etc.) they've situated another location. read more