I was lucky that I had a great bartender who seemed to really know his beer! What a major change compared to La Trappe the night before, but unfortunately he wasn't the one who manned the door or cooked my food.
I never realized how many people have no clue what they do to people inside a restaurant when they stand in the door and keep it open (on a cold night) until a couple nights ago when I sat at the part of the bar closest to the door. The hostess did her best to try to encourage people to step in, or even pull the door shut, but it was not enough. I kept thinking, close the damn door.
On to the food...
I asked about the bone marrow appetizer and the bartender said they were having a hard time getting large enough bones so they created what I can only call an emulsion of which I understand included butter. The base of the dish was popcorn with some capers and then a piece of toast with the emulsion. Interesting idea, but for me it didn't work.
My chicken sandwich was very flavorful, but a little dry. The fries were cooked to perfection and had a rich potato flavor, but with so much salt that I ended up scraping off the salt crystals to make the fries palatable. Given the choice of these fries or the ones at La Trappe the night before, I'll take those at the Monk's Kettle any day. I did mention it to the bartender and he offered to replace the fries, and told the kitchen about the massive oversalting. I declined as I didn't want to wait, or have another whole order of fries. In the end he gave me a discount off my bill.
I might go back for a beer someday; probably not for the food.
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