Unfortunately the aesthetic did not make up for what was a downhill trajectory that began with the bubbly. I don't know from where it came, and if it was French at all (certainly not Champagne, to which we can snootily also attest from firsthand tastings in the region), but what I do know is that it was - excuse my French - merde. Ale got a mimosa and I ordered the stuff straight up, and I can't say which was worse tasting. I would say sparkling apple cider would be considered creme de la creme by comparison. The syrupy aftertaste was so displeasing, Ale's face contorted as if she had taken a shot of Jager every time she braved a sip.I was not so brave; after my first I sent it back. Don't fuck with my bubbly.
|Shrimp Salad (sham)|
|Pulled Pork (poop)|
|Nicely stocked bar. Perhaps more booze is the secret.|