Seeing as how TBT is only a rock-chuck from our apartment, we've been anxiously awaiting their opening to see if they might qualify as our "local". In its just previous incarnation (Big Dave's Outpost), we'd occasionally go have a drink there or a burger in an emergency, but it never became a regular haunt of mine and John's.
Per Ronnie's rec, we had the Hummus Trio (insert something about Shakespeare's witches here). We agreed with Ronnie that the black bean was the star of the plate; the traditional scoop of chickpea was slightly underseasoned, but the edamame was very tasty (and what a pretty color!). But, aggh, the pita chips were greasy, cold and bland. Yuck. I don't need my hummus delivery device to be hot; but if it's fried, it darn well oughta be.
All this time I noticed that while I liked the selection of music coming over the wi-fi speaker, we couldn't abide it because the reception was horrid and scritchity-scratchity; we had to ask them to turn it down or off, which they did cheerfully and quickly (we were seated in the window table on the corner of Bardstown and Speed). There weren't too many other patrons at tables, but the barstools were all full, so they were doing some business.
John had the Carmen (he loves sausage sandwiches and we were excited they make their own - the waitress mentioned this without prompting). I thought the texture was a little too fine, John wasn't bothered by it, but we BOTH thought the black pepper level was ridiculous in this batch, and we both love black pepper and put it all over everything. This was at oh-my-god-the-black-pepper-canister-fell-into-the-sausage-mix-what-shall-we-do levels. Also, the sausage sandwich was weirdly dressed; iceberg lettuce, black olive slices, cherry tomatoes and raw red onion. No mustard or cheese were advertised but perhaps he should have asked for them. The menu says "Joyce's original dressing" was the condiment on the roll, and John said "if Joyce was shooting for a bread soggifier, well done," which brings me to the bread. Both the roll John's sandwich came on and the bun my burger came on were poor examples of bread, both very soft, crumbly white bread (like wonder bread hamburger buns). I know they are just starting out and chefs often think that if the ingredients of a sandwich shine, the bread doesn't matter, but that is a grievous error. I know it's probably cheap, but believe me their food supplier has things available that will only cost them a few cents more a serving, and VASTLY improve the diners' impression. I've had better buns at school fundraiser barbecues. My burger was
very tasty and while the fries were obviously frozen, they were fried correctly and properly seasoned.
Service was enthusiastic and decently paced; prices were okay, $56 with tip for drinks, shared appetizer and two sandwiches with fries; my cocktails were fine and John got HOPTIMUS to drink, which gives the Bard's Town at least three more chances to get our steady business. We'll give them another month and re-visit when they start serving their whole menu.
You gotta look at the menu item names, though:
http://www.thebardstown.com/uploads/2/7 ... g_menu.pdf Before we went in, I told John "if I see one piece of velvet or one buckled shoe we are so outta here!" Luckily no one was dressed in costume.
Management, if you're reading this, please choose better breads for sandwich platforms, fry your pita chips to order, and get some stone ground mustard near that sausage sandwich.
We'll definitely go back - how can we not? I can see it out the window as I'm typing this.