French bistros are about as hip as a dickey. They’ve been around for over two hundred years, and there is nothing fancy about them (or the food they serve). But if you want to do them well, certain formulas must be followed and menus and rules adhered to.
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.
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.”)