Named for a breed of elk and not the presidents -- thus the lack of bull moose meat on the menu -- Kingdom of Roosevelt's the pet project of a renowned McMinnville chef who's set up shop in a super-rustic, super-taxidermied tiny space firing out rabbit, elk, pheasant, and pretty much all of Bambi's other friends
The chandelier is made from Roosevelt elk antlers, and these smaller joints make the place feel like some sort of natural gladiatorial pit for animals
All of the meat is carefully chosen from local wild game-farms, except for this pheasant, which was apparently killed by this fantastic fox! Who was then also killed.
Since pretty much everything here was killed in the wild, butter's subbed out for daily "bread and fat" offerings like this rendered duck lard topped with cracklings.
Order a la carte (or as part of a six-course tasting menu) small plates like this pickled elk tongue w/ foraged forest greens, deer heart tartare w/ marrow, and Bobwhite quail w/ fried eggs.
Larger plates include roasted blue rabbit and wood pigeon pie, but the crown jewel is the entire forest's worth of dead animals in this Hunter's Stew: elk-kidney meatballs, braised rabbit leg, duck leg, and a full quail head
And there's a huge selection of wine and cider by the bottle, plus 750ml beers like The Commons' Flemish Kiss and Epic's Elder Brett, all perfect for washing down the animals and away your guilt.