I am so late to the Publican party, and after last week’s dinner, I’m not sure why. With little previous knowledge of their food/menu, I guess I just assumed it was strictly weird meats that I had no interest in. But you know what they say about assuming… And an ass I am, because with each dish being better than the next, it made it truly shameful that I hadn’t been until now.
The highlight of the meal was the Bouchot Mussels in this butter and garlic broth that was so good, if given the opportunity, I would bathe in it. The bread served alongside the mussels was the best demi loaf: crusty on the outside and pillowy on the inside; it was the perfect vehicle for sopping up every last drop of the broth.
The other standout for me was the Shrimp, served with grits, and peaches. While this dish sounds heavy, it wasn’t at all. The shrimp was simply grilled, and the grits had a sweet almond-like flavor that went beautifully with the seasonal peaches.
The restaurant seating is primarily communal, so given this set-up, conversing with your neighbor about the food is quite natural. The girl sitting next to us said the Pork Belly changed her life. With a review like that, it was a no-brainer, we had to order it. While I can’t say it was a life-event for me, it was delicious, and I loved how it was paired with shishito peppers and corn puree.
Additions: pork rinds, the beef-fat fries, and the tomatoes and burrata.
I’m known to say “there’s always room for dessert”, but after this meal, there literally was not. Next time, I’m saving room for the Waffle, which is served with blackberry-apple jam and honey butter. I’m sure it would be a winner, just like the rest of the meal.