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Holy fucking honey butter. Went here for a business lunch on a lovely spring day that must have been graduation day for some local college. The place was fucking packed. We muscled in, grabbed a high top table before anyone figured out it was available, and hunkered down for a two hour lunch.
The wait was long. I mean it took us 2o minutes for a beer. Given the lack of urgency with the bar staff, I though a peter lugering was in the making and about to go apeshit when our waitress delivered that honey butter with home made cornbread. It saved me, us, and the lunch.
We all ordered a crispy chicken sandwich, which was good except that it was covered in hot sauce. Not too hot, but it changed the texture from crispy to soggy. Fortunately for me I was so hungover from the night before I devoured it with little fan fare.
This place was slow. Granted, it was packed. So packed it makes me want to re-think the whole State Liquor Authority ban on licenses within 250 of a church, which is why Harlem is still a veritable no-man's land of fine dining and night life in an largely gentrified neighborhood. Any who, this place is a solid B, for butter.
23 hours ago
