I really, really wanted to love this place. I guess growing up in a family of restaurant managers I couldn't. And that's on them.
PROS - Food is good. I ordered Steak Frites, which is some type of sirloin with hand cut fries. The fries were divine, the homemade steak sauce, too. With a yummy bernaise type butter. Problem was the steak itself was sinewy. They are supposed to be farm to table so I truly expected much, much better. I could have gotten a nice Grade A from Harris Teeter, and have, actually, with much more personal flavor and less saws all with the steak knife. Good doesn't cut it at a restaurant, however, especially one that touts itself as they do on freshness.
The atmosphere is ok. It's very decent, actually. Nice tables, happy to see you weren't piled onto the person next to you, but I specifically asked for their Covid precautions when I made my reservation, and there was no way those tables were six feet apart. It was great to see that all wait and kitchen staff wore masks, but f they had been busier there's no way tables could have been kept socially distant.
Hubs had the Catfish on vegetables, very good, but again, nothing to scream this is worth the price.
CONS - Hate to move right to this, but to begin with, you're not Hooters; why are your waitresses all 20 years old in very short outfits? I'm no prude, but I truly couldn't decipher this one. Most of the clientele seemed to be late 30's to 50's, so this stumped me. If anything, it cheapens the restaurant. I don't need boobs without bras in my entree; enough said for a place that seems to want to take itself seriously.
Friday night and zero specials? Huh? Not even apps.
Waitstaff also stands around waaaaaaayyy too much clustered together like high schoolers. Pick up my empty plates since you have that much free time! Our table for two was not huge; let's make the most of it.
I hate that I even have to say this, but my White Russian had a maraschino cherry in it. Oh, yes, it did! In a milk based drink. At least my first one did. My second one came in an entirely different glass, tasted completely different, and had coffee beans. Still not a hole in one; I didn't order a sambuca.
In summation, though I could go on, this restaurant seems to try way too hard to be hip, cool, farm to table and everything else in between when it should just pick a lane.
The chef also came out several times and walked through the restaurant ignoring the patrons. If we see you, you better say something dude, unless you're on the way to smoke a dube.
You still should have asked if everything was ok. Because it wasn't. read more