Winter Cold Moon
Back from the Butcher and Boar. Quite the testosterone joint for a place with no televisions tuned to the game. In fact, no televisions. This place is about meat. Fish, fowl and game. I had wild boar sausage, a side of fried green tomatoes and spicy greens. Kate and I shared a sampler of their pickled meats.
To my surprise I liked the Braunschweiger. It came in a small glass terrine, a paste, and made me think I’d never had good Braunschweiger before.
The place, though, was noisy. In extremis. Even for those without impaired hearing it would have been difficult to hold a normal conversation.
The interior is dark wood, lots of mirrors, granite topped tables and sturdy forks, spoons and especially the knives.
The bar, a long one, had almost 100% business type guys sitting ordering from the gray haired bar tender who moved methodically and quietly from patron to patron. The wait staff is young, good looking men and women in black Butcher and Boar t-shirts.
We decided in the end that it was a nice place to visit, once. Probably not a return place for us older generation carnivores.
