
Getting anything but the chicken at Yardbird Southern Table and Bar is like going to Carnevino for the crab cakes.
It’s like going to a Slayer concert for the acoustic set, or a Michael Bay movie for the romantic sub-plot.

Getting anything but the chicken at Yardbird Southern Table and Bar is like going to Carnevino for the crab cakes.
It’s like going to a Slayer concert for the acoustic set, or a Michael Bay movie for the romantic sub-plot.

The following are soooo five minutes ago:
– Swipes of sauce
– Schmears of sauce
– Dots of sauce
– Squeeze-bottles of sauce
– Under-sauced everything
– Artfully sauced anything
– “Gastrique” anywhere
– Any phrase for a sauce that doesn’t include the word “sauce”

We at ELV have been big fans of La Comida since the day it opened. We consider it the jewel in the crown of Michael and Jenna Morton’s local restaurant empire, and the only one of their places that oozes soulfulness, instead of corporate calculation. (Sorry La Cave and Crush, but everything about your operation screams “For Tourists and Conventioneers Only.”)