Ah, the gastropub title strikes again. It seems like eateries put it in the title and that gives them the right to charge ridiculous amounts of money for average food with “creative” ingredients and well-written menus that intimidate many diners into insisting that it’s good.
This may make me sound like I’m a million years old, but the place is dark. So dark that it was difficult to read the menu, and once the food came, it was difficult to make out whether the plate was actually what I ordered, because I’m still not sure that it was the Tamale of the Day. It was a tamale, but it didn’t have the phenomenal sounding pumpkin seeds and creme fraiche in it as described by the server.
The 35 dollar Filet was below average for the price point, but the Wood Grilled Natural Chicken Breast was absolutely succulent. I didn’t know chicken could be that dribbly-down-your-chin juicy.
Even though the chicken was so dang good, it couldn’t save the entire meal. The service was fine, and if I could have made it out, the decor is probably nice, too. Based on the ingenuity of the placement of contemporary sinks in the ladies room, it might even be a little funky. However, the majority of the food was not worth the price or the 9:00 reservation we had to take because their list was so full on a Saturday evening.