The most powerful combo since that bag of Pizzeria Pretzel got you Timmy Johnson's pudding cup and Dunkaroos, Lemon Hill's a raw brick & walnut saloon with rescued glass from the old Architect's Building and a marble-paneled bar backed by massive wood-columned liquor racks, Voltroning the powers of the esteemed teams behind Supper and Franklin Mortgage -- the former bringing in a menu of gently twisted casual dishes, the latter delivering a slew of carefully crafted cocktails.
Ready your stomach for:
Food: You're starting with snacks like dirty rice fritters w/ crawfish mayo, small stuff ranging from pastrami-brined-then-fried wings w/ housemade pickles and a turkey leg confit sandwich smashed between Texas toast and smeared with cornbread mayo. Then come mains like stout-braised brisket w/ potatoes aligot and shrimp 'n grits w/ head-on prawns, braised collards, and red devil butter almost assuredly churned in a Land o' Lake...OF FIRE!
Drinks: Said devil brought his juice too, so feel free to snag six drafts ranging from craft (Smuttynose IPA) to decidedly not (Lionshead!). But the real show’s the FM team's cocktails: the Bluecoat/ Bonal/ maraschino/ lemon juice Fairmount Project, the bourbon/ sweet vermouth/ orange marmalade Kensington, and the Scotch/ lemon juice/ bitters Mark Twain, served on the rocks…or whatever rocks are left, considering Kensington is also at this bar.