Home Wine Kitchen

(Left over from Eliot's neighborhood.)

I visited Home Wine Kitchen, the restaurant--you've got to love these restaurant names comprised of several only tangentially related words. From their website: 

Home Wine Kitchen is more than a restaurant – it’s our home. We consider the people who eat, drink and work here as our friends and family. Our crew takes great pride in everything we do here because it is more than just work to us. Our goal is to give our guests food we are passionate about, service we take pride in and an experience we would share with those closest to us.

Truer words were never spoken: Our waitress seemed truly incredulous when she described to us that the restaurant changes its menu each week. She bragged that this week every single thing on the menu is good (which really makes you wonder about the other weeks. She said sometimes they have to really push some of the menu items, which makes me resolved never to take the advice of the waiter as to what to order: maybe they're just trying to get rid of stuff.) 

All of their bottles and glasses of wine were the same price: $30 and $8, respectively. That makes me suspicious--perhaps they're all exactly the same quality, or perhaps people who know what to look for get a good deal and people who have no idea about wine get taken. 

I ordered white bean soup, which was remarkable because there was thick, crispy bacon on top that added such a delightful crunch that it must have been added at the very last moment. My meal was a quarter of a duck or duck quarter or something like that. It was quite good, although it was on a bed of white beans (I had a lot of those), and they seemed crunchy, rather than well done. Now perhaps my pallet isn't refined enough and it's the fancier way to cook them, but I'd like them soggy, thank you very much. 

We ordered all of the desserts--pumpkin custard and cheese and biscuits and some sort of chocolate cake made into a s'more. The s'more gave it away: this place was run by fancy hipsters. They had beards, but their beards were perfectly trimmed. They wore flannel shirts, but their flannel shirts were more expensive and nicely pressed than other peoples'.