My aunt and I found ourselves in the Napa/Sonoma area this weekend and decided to try out a place in Downtown Napa called The Bounty Hunter. A friend had raved about and after reading a review online I was intrigued by the idea of place that served chicken cooked on a beer can.
This place actually began as a highly specialized vendor of fine wines. Apparently they could find any wine for anyone, anywhere. Their wine list is so extensive in fact that it is actually a wine catalogue.
Quite a leap from a wine catalogue to chicken impaled on a beer can, you say? It actually makes perfect sense when you consider that their kitchen is the size of a bathroom and that most of their cooking is done outside on a grill.
After nibbling on surprisingly delicious duck rillette and various salads, the chicken was delivered to our table as you see it above, in all its beer can glory. Consuming such a dish requires one to ditch common table manners and literally tear into it with hands and teeth. The carving knife is quickly discarded as one gives into temptation to pick and pull off the meat with bare and burnt fingers, coating them with the spicy and flavorful Cajun rub that saturates the skin, making it completely irresistible (even to an anti-chicken skin girl such as myself). Basically, its not a place to take a date one is trying to impress, unless your definition of impressing is to be a total slob in public.
Final verdict - good, not mind-blowing.
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