Reciting the description of the plates we selected just about does my job for me. Roasted chicken breast ($24.99) — with red potato, Brussels sprouts and parsnip hash, topped with bacon jam and demi glaze — was just as delicious and decadent as it sounds. A huge breast quarter, perfectly roasted and herbed, perched on the root vegetable and cruciferous hash, with the jam and glaze as a savory icing for the dish.
The Carlton Farms grilled pork chop ($26.99) was almost 2 inches thick, perfectly tender and moist. It rested tenderly on a smooth and wicked polenta, which was encircled by the braised bacon spinach and cauliflower, dolloped with a tangy-sweet pear butter, and then drizzled with house-made Worcestershire sauce. It was probably the best pork chop this carnivore has ever ravished.
The house-made Worcestershire sauce was unlike any I’ve tasted anywhere in the world. A clever, tangy, sweet, spicy mix of several vinegars, a pinch of allspice, a whisper of clove, a nibble of sugar, and God I’d love to know what else. I used one piece of the grilled bread to sop up the luscious, savory liquid off the plate. I would kill for the recipe. What do you say, Chef Brad?
We asked our charming server what her favorite dessert was. She presented us with a generous round of Warm Toffee Cake ($8.99), topped with a large scoop of quite nice vanilla ice cream. It was the perfect excellence to end the meal — a meal that was literally, start to finish, one of the best I’ve ever had in Clark County.
One tiny sour note: Two people made visits an hour apart to the restrooms, and both noted used paper towels overflowing the trash can and on the floor, and a disturbing absence of bathroom tissue.