Likely named for either our country's most popular vampire assassin President or that western suburban town known for its palatial estates & Dairy Joy, Lincoln Tavern is the latest Southie haunt from the cats behind 21st Amendment & The Paramount, and features a bistro-meets-classic American pub feel that harkens back to the days of "dining halls and supper clubs" (be cool, Princeton alums, you were not being referenced). To wit:
The Setting: Anchored by a huge 50ft mahogany bar, the exposed brick, subway tile, and tin-ceiling'd 230-seat space rocks more wood (walls, tables, booths, floors, etc.) than someone who just drank six cups of horny goat weed tea and is now watching that scene from Wild Things where Denise Richards and Neve Campbell do stuff. Oh, and they've also got another 16-seat bar that fronts a wood-burning brick oven in the back bistro.
The Sustenance: Like Chun-Li doing her signature move, LT&R kicks things off with smaller bites like bacon aioli'd Kobe sliders topped w/ muenster & sunny side-up quail egg before firing up a bacon & butternut squash pizza, oven braised short ribs w/ truffled mac & cheese, and buttermilk fried chicken plated w/ bacon grits and honey-glazed biscuits
The Suds: Partake of their 40-plus bottles/drafts (Pretty Things Jack D'Or, Wells Banana Bread) and an assemblage of crafty cocktails that includes 'Dem Apples (vodka, Schonauer Apfel & Pimento Dram), and a bourbon, maple liquor & sweet vermouth number dubbed The Quiet Man -- also what they called Lincoln when he wasn't screaming in rage while using his silver and hickory axe to destroy fangers/the Confederacy.