Ron N
Google
We popped into Little West Tavern hoping for a solid meal and left with full bellies, mixed opinions, and one fly-related trauma.
The food rundown:
🥩 Prime rib – Absolutely nailed it. Tender, flavorful, cooked just right. No notes.
🍞 Biscuits – I thought they were meh; my wife loved them. Marriage is about compromise.
🍗 Chicken wings – These were the letdown of the night. Promised buffalo, delivered… plain confusion. Not a hint of heat or tang.
🧀 Mac & Cheese – Good on its own, but they added a salsa verde twist that felt like a culinary identity crisis. Some things just shouldn’t date.
🍸 Gin house cocktail – Purple, classy, and genuinely delicious. Felt like drinking a fancy potion in a good way.
Service? Excellent. Servers were attentive, kind, and on top of everything. No complaints there.
Atmosphere? Now here’s where things got dicey. It’s an open-concept space — half indoor, half outdoor. Sounds lovely until a fly lands in your wife’s eye while another one joins your mac & cheese like it’s invited to dinner.
Also, it was HOT. Like sticky, “is the air sweating?” hot. Even though we were technically inside, the open wall design made the whole place feel like a sunroom at high noon in July. If I wanted to sweat while eating, I’d go to a sauna with snacks.
Overall: The food had some highs (prime rib, cocktail), some lows (wings, flies), and the setting was charming in theory but needed more temperature control and less bug traffic.
Final rating: 3.5 stars, rounded up to 4 because Yelp won’t let me do halves — but let’s just say, if they close those big doors on hot days, I’d bump it to a solid 4.