Chris M.
Google
Little Goat makes quite the first impression. Out front, there’s a beautiful succulent arrangement, jade plants with plump, glossy leaves, echeveria spiraling into tight rosettes, and tall aloe standing like green sculptures. Stand near the patio and you’re shaded beneath bold black & white pinwheel umbrellas, a striking contrast that feels both classic and playful. The patio furniture, built from recycled plastics, is a nice detail, though the small patio itself is so tight you could practically share a plate with the table next to you.
The food, though, is where Little Goat gets downright indulgent. The pizza’s crust arrived blistered and crackling, crisp on the outside but with a supple chew that lingered like a slow kiss. But the Hatch chicken sandwich was the knockout! Decadent, rich, and oozing with flavor so indulgent it made my wife’s eyes roll back in sheer pleasure. The staff’s recommendation of it was clutch, and they knew exactly what they were doing steering us that way. Even the cinnamon roll carried sticky, sultry promise, though a touch more warmth would have taken it from sweet to irresistible.
The vibe has its quirks. This is very much a local watering hole, where wine with breakfast or lunch feels less like a choice and more like tradition. The staff was friendly and attentive without hovering, adding to the charm.
A few small things: cold water isn’t offered automatically, the patio is too crowded for comfort, and the interior floor could use a good scrub down.
Still, Little Goat delivers where it matters most: food that borders on the sensual, an atmosphere that’s both quirky and cozy, and a shaded patio that makes lingering feel natural. Messy, sexy, satisfying, just shy of perfect.