Ashley Gill
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Took a few minutes to get seated, which was fine, it's the end of the week and we weren't in a rush. But the drinks? That first round took forever. Like, long enough for me to start wondering if the bartenders were out back foraging the guava themselves. The rest were much quicker, so all is forgiven.
Evil Jungle Princess - Rum blend, spiced orgeat, pineapple, guava, lime, and a pineapple rum float. I'm not usually a rum fan, but this one was a little tropical vacation in a glass. The guava smacked me in the taste buds (in a good way), and while it's definitely sweet, the lime keeps it from crossing into dessert territory. 7.5/10 and I'd totally order it again if I felt like cheating on vodka.
Playboi Stache - Vanilla tea-soaked vodka, passion fruit liqueur, orange oil. Sounds sultry, right? Sadly, this one was more "finance bro with opinions on crypto" than sexy playboy, definitely lives up to the spelling. A little bitter, a little confused. 5/10, mostly for effort, good job little buddy.
Peaches and Rye - Rye, peach liqueur, peach purée, wild mint. The peach ghosted me. So did the rye. I genuinely considered asking if they brought me the wrong drink. Tasted more like "mint water that's seen some things." Not offensive, just... mysterious and not in a fun way. It was tasty and I didn't feel the need to send it back, but it missed the mark by a half mile.
Prosciutto Deviled Eggs - Three halves, which is a weird little flex. Tasted better than some others weve had recently, even if the math was off. Creamy, with a good amount of green onion; it was a solid attempt. My husband wasn't impressed, but that just meant more for me. 4.5/10, would still snag another uneven portion.
Fish & Chips - This is where they redeemed themselves. The fish was hot, steamy, crispy, and flakey; pretty much everything you hope for but rarely get on a first try. Fries were handcut and actually cooked properly (bless), with big grains of kosher salt. No sad, soggy fries here. The coleslaw, however, was doing absolutely nothing. Needed salt, pepper, mayo, hell, a little Axe body spray would've helped. Still, that fish carries the dish to an 8/10.
Both of my drinks looked the same, which felt like a missed opportunity for some flair. Service started off a little slow, but once things picked up, our server John was clearly hustling. He was covering a lot of ground and still kept up with all his tables--props for the hustle.
They've also got a fantastic patio that somehow stays nice even when it's 115° out (bless the misters and shade), though we weren't feeling it today. Inside seating is comfy, not too cramped, and the music's at a solid volume--easy to talk over, at least until the place starts to fill up. Right before we left, you could feel the noise level creeping up, so I'm guessing it gets pretty lively during peak hours.
We also got to chat with Jo, and she was fantastic (seriously, ask for her if she's working, she's awesome). Super friendly, gave us the scoop on their brunch menu and made a great case for coming back. So we will! Brunch is officially next on the list, and maybe we'll finally give the patio a proper go: cornhole and cocktails sounds like a good way to win a Sunday.