Ya'll come on down now, ya hear?
Opening Monday and spearheaded by Top Chef-er Jeff McInnis (gigi, Norman’s), comfort food-plating Yardbird Southern Table & Bar oozes down-homeness in a wood-/steel-beamed, barn-like space stocked with Mason jar lamps, a whiskey/bourbon-lined bar housing beer taps topped by old kitchen utensils, as well as high-tops dotted with Baby's breath, some of which they were bold enough to put in the corner.
The menu’s more Southern than that football team who only seems to play Grambling, starting with small plates like a fried green tomato BLT with Snake River Farms pork belly and Tabasco glaze, Brunswick Stew packed with gator sausage, smoked rabbit, butter bean, and pickled okra, as well as a slow-braised short rib/ smoked bourbon jus meatloaf, which sounds intoxicated enough to finally do “that”.
There's also a lineup of "Supper Plates" like sweet tea-brined ribs soaked in housemade BBQ and pickled chilies, a baked apple-/smoky plantain puree-coated Berkshire pork chop, and two big 'ol pieces of their signature 27hr Bell & Evans fried chicken w/ citrus pepper watermelon, a homemade buttermilk biscuit, and cheddar & chive waffles, although it certainly doesn’t vacillate on showing photo galleries of hot cheerleaders and people passed out in bathrooms.
Because people in the South drink more than sweet tea and Tequiza, they’re shelving 49 bourbons from Bulleit to Holy Grail-ish Pappy Van Winkle 23yr, plus beers like Lagunitas Little Sumpin' Sumpin' Ale and Terrapin's Karma Brown IPA. And while it’s just dinner at the moment, they'll be cooking up lunch in about a week, and two weeks later'll roll out their Gospel Sunday brunch, for which they’ll have to take Baby out of the corner and let her go home, because she’s Jewish.