Lovingly named for the owner's 7yr-old daughter -- who's now going to be totally disappointed with a stupid, like, Lexus SUV when she turns 16 -- Abigail's slings creative cocktails alongside upscale New American fare in an elegant, high ceiling'd 114-seater situated on the ground floor of a luxury condo building, and rocking brown leather booths, metallic porcelain floors, and a reclaimed slab wood bar cut from the trunk of an English Elm, just when you thought those people couldn't get any more rigid and dry. Enjoy:
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Get your nosh on with small plates like roasted bone marrow w/ a fresh horseradish gremolata, BBQ'd chicken livers w/ bacon & fluffy mashed, a stocked raw bar (pickled shrimp, littlenecks, crab claws), bleu cheese poutine, and deep-fried oysters in a cherry pepper tartar, aka what a dentist scrapes off the teeth of people who love Shirley Temples.
If you like eating whole meals of food, you're in luck, 'cause they have those, in the form of a boneless rib eye w/ marrow butter and a green peppercorn demi-glace; a slow-cooked brisket sammie on a French roll w/ horseradish-mustard butter and pickled red onions; and a bone-in pork chop w/ honey roasted grapes, black pepper dumplings & mustard greens.
25-plus brews (Ommegang Hennepin, Brooklyn Lager) bolster three full menu pages of cocktails (like the gin/ grapefruit/ bitters Salt Marsh) and boozy slushies that include the Coffee n’ Chocolate (a vodka, tequila, and Luxardo Espresso number available in three sizes), and the dark rum/ peach puree/ black tea English Cobbler, whose existence implies that despite their recent behavior, those people do actually have soles.
Photo Credit: William Horne