I had really high hopes for this place after checking out the menu and seeing the Yelp photos. My husband and I tried it out, and it just really missed the mark for us in a major way. When walk in, the place looks pretty cool, almost with a speakeasy vibe, and the staff is dressed in vests and ties. There is a retro, urban chic feel to everything with the small, yet sleek space and the exposed brick. However, it is yet another restaurant to add to the list of those that are just far too dark. There's thin line between cool and intimate and cave-like. I would say that this place erred on the side of the latter.
I was so excited to see that they had a cheese plate on the menu, along with a gluten-free option for crackers. Finally! Well, the cheese plate did not work out in any way--I can honestly say that I cannot imagine seeing more disparate items together on one plate. I really haven't seen so many things together on the same plate that should never ever be served together because they clash in the worst way possible. Everything on the plate was extremely strong in flavor and there was not even a single unifying element to bring any of the components together. There was a super strong whole grain mustard, an offensively strong and garlicky pickle, some fig spread that was neither sweet and fruit nor rich and dark in flavor (as fig spread tends to be), and a blue cheese and another cheese with it that should never be paired together. To top it off, they season their gluten-free shrimp crackers with some really strong, odd combination of spices that in no way works with the cheese plate, not to mention the complete clash of textures. Imagine eating a cheese plate with onion rings chips. Everything clashed, and I couldn't stop tasting it all night long after having all of those strong flavors together. I love strong flavors, I love bold flavors, but balance in food is critical to the diner's ability to enjoy these items. Balance was completely absent in the cheese plate. I make cheese plates for myself all the time, and there just seemed to be zero thought behind how each item complemented the others. I actually had to ask the bartender for some mint leaves to muddle into my water in hopes of cleansing my palate. I was dying to get home to brush my teeth and, even after I did, it didn't help. I actually felt queasy all night long because of all of the offensively-strong flavors.
In spite of the lackluster cheese plate, I was excited to try my meal--the pork belly medium plate. Never have I seen pork belly prepared this way, and with good reason. Firstly, the star of the pork belly, the skin, had been removed. That, my friends, is sacrilege. On top of that, the layer of fat was left there, but the pork had been braised to the point that the meaty part had been rendered pure mush. The sauce on the pork belly was so syrupy sweet that it was very hard to get down. I could not finish it, between the mush-jello juxtaposition going on with the meat and the cloyingly sweet sauce. I love sweet/savory, but this was just plain sweet, again, with zero balance.
My husband couldn't stomach his steak, something I have never seen in our 10 years together. He also couldn't finish his sweet potatoes because, as he told me later, they tasted like liver. What and how? I have no clue, but I believe him, just based on the offensively strong, poorly paired flavors on my plates.
Well, service was great, even at a busy bar when we were purely there to eat, not drink. I felt bad for the poor bartender though because we couldn't exactly hide how much we were not enjoying our food. We tried. This place seems to be more of a place to see and be seen. People come well-dressed and ready to shine. I will say that they had an impressive array of liquors available, from what I saw. read more