I’m not sure if the term gastropub has worn out its welcome yet, but this is a very good one should you happen to be a fan of the genre like I am. And a fan I was, from the very first bite of my soft pretzel dipped in their taleggio-porter fondue. Just genius. I mean I’m a huge fan of grain mustard with pretzels, which was the other dipping option, but next to that fondue, it went virtually untouched.
The pretzels were quickly followed by an order of densely packed crab cakes with a nice, crispy crust. They were a solid good, served with mache, almonds and a cilantro aioli.
And for our mains, we split two sandwiches, the king salmon and the brisket. Now normally I would say that brisket is going to when this battle 9 times out of 10, especially at a place called The Ravenous Pig, but that’s the great thing about life…and food… They both never cease to amaze. The salmon was the clear winner. So clear even if you had an oil tanker full of Windex you couldn’t make it any clearer. Just spot on, with its nice slab of perfectly cooked fish, crisp bacon, gribiche sauce and a brioche bun.
Whereas the brisket shat the bed. A touch on the dry side with the meat overpowering the accouterments so much so that not even the chimichurri could break through. Fortunately we has a bunch of left over mustard from the pretzels which helped to save it, otherwise I’m not sure I would’ve eaten more than a bite.
And finally, the banana bread dessert with toffee ice cream was a strong finish. Served warm with a crunchy top and soft, fluffy innards. Then mixed with the cool toffee cream. So good, even though I was full, I pushed through it like a… ravenous pig.
Service and décor were also good, granted the server pulled one of my biggest pet peeves, dropping the ball on a recommendation with, “everything’s good.” But he was very nice and accommodating so I’ll let him live.