Stopped for lunch here based on a recommendations from friends on our way into New Orleans.
Nice looking place. Clean, busy, friendly people.
Sitting at the bar, they had a very nice, reasonably impressive, broad in style if smaller in number,selection of beers on tap, along with some additional brands in bottles. I'm of the opinion that quantity does not equal quality. Far better to have fewer, but higher quality beers, than an endless glut of taps in which the beers will sit for days while waiting to win the list lottery.
Besides a true gastro pub would naturally want to have a selection of beers which naturally pair well with their menu. Although in truth I saw no evidence that this was in fact the case, nor was I guided by the bartenders in a particular direction.
Instead I order a margarita... because it was hot, and where I come from in Southern California, hot weather plus vacation = margaritas.
Besides having had more than my fair share of beer the night before, I wanted something a little different.
Note to self - Places that don't have large hispanic populations seem to lack a proper understanding of tequila, and what to do with it.
To me if you say you have a full bar, you best have a full selection of common types of liquor. Apparently outside of the Southwest, tequila means Quervo or Patron.
When I asked for alternatives this place did come up with Don Julio, which is very respectable, but when the margarita arrived it came with Orange Juice, which is not a margarita.
Food, the wife was craving some hush-puppies, which when they arrived where as good as any I've had. She order the roast beef po boy, and I had the shrimp poor boy. Hers was classic. Mine came with Ketchup.
Kethcup?! WTF?! Who the hell puts ketchup on any kind of po boy let alone a fried shrimp po boy.
While it wasn't inedible, it was not anywhere near the level of the roast beef, and not at all the bad-for-me sinful experience that leaves you with a satisfied, guilty grin and your pants undone. Instead it was more McDonald's fillet-o-fish friday in the middle of lent. Not good.
When I asked if this was a common treatment of their seafood po boys, one bartender said they'd been doing it from the beginning but other patrons who'd been there before and other servers said they'd never heard of such a thing, nor had one.
While again, the sandwich wasn't inedible, it clearly wasn't what I expected or wanted, however there was no offer to correct, remake, bring something else.
Sooo... nice looking place, clean place, and while the service wasn't bad, I expected more. I expected, a gastro-pub with booze and food trained servers, who knew not only how a drink should be made, but what they were serving and be able to steer newcomers and regulars down the path of culinary happiness, and if they fail, they recognize the failure is theirs and make it right.
If your kitchen does some stupid and weird stuff to a traditional dish that people will expect to come in the traditional fashion, make sure to mention of that.
If weird is good, sell a shirt to go with it. If not tell the people who will be tipping you that the chef has been smoking way too much weed and the munchies are his muse.
Given the proximity to New Orleans, I'm sure that there are better similar places. read more