Joseph C.
Yelp
Walking into Bayonet feels like stepping into a dream curated by someone who deeply understands ambiance. The lighting, decor, and energy are pitch-perfect--a blend of upscale sophistication and effortless cool. The service followed suit: attentive without being overbearing, genuinely warm, and impressively well-paced. On those fronts, Bayonet is a triumph. Unfortunately, the food didn't follow through on the promise made by the atmosphere. I wanted to like the food--really wanted to--but dish after dish left me underwhelmed. The Spanish mackerel was a prime example: cooked adequately but flat in flavor, lacking the seasoning or acidic lift that could have made it memorable. The fish felt like a placeholder for what could have been. The hand-cut fries were the standout of the evening. Perfectly crisped, well-seasoned, and addictive--easily the best thing we tasted. They were the kind of fries you reach for between bites of everything else, just to remind yourself what good execution tastes like. The asparagus, kimchi, and crawfish side dish was, again, just okay. A dish that seemed inventive in theory but came off disjointed in flavor. The components didn't harmonize, and none were particularly bold on their own. It's hard not to draw comparisons to Helen, which remains a high point for Birmingham dining--confident, creative, and consistently satisfying. Bayonet feels like it should be in that league, but the food hasn't caught up to the setting yet. There's hope here, and certainly potential. But for now, Bayonet is a restaurant I want to root for more than I want to return to