The accommodations and decorations are a little more worn-in than the website's pictures might lead you to believe, but it's on par with what I'd expect of a place with such a lively bar atmosphere. Our hostess seated us in a large booth in the establishment's corner, giving us a nice vantage point to see about half the restaurant, as well as the entirety of the bar.
I was a little surprised to see the blatant youth of the clientele—not a single patron looked to be over the age of 35. While restaurant/bar combos tend to draw in a younger demographic, it's not uncommon to see at least a couple of people who are older, or at the very least, a few families. The Tipsy Pig had none of that. Instead, a large number of the patrons seemed to be those who are stuck permanently in college mode, despite being in their early 30s. It's interesting, though, since the restaurant itself was a lot classier than its inhabitants make it seem.
But I digress. We arrived at the restaurant merely minutes before the kitchen closed for brunch (it opens again about two hours later, for dinner), so our menu included several breakfast items as well.
I ordered the brick-pressed chicken sandwich, without nearly all of the toppings (bacon, avocado, and blue cheese dressing, though I kept the Roma tomatoes), and a side order of sweet potato fries. I swear, I'll go anywhere that offers them to me.
The sandwich was fantastic; the chicken was both tender and moist, and the ciabatta bread was soft—that hardly ever happens. And what can I say about sweet potato fries that hasn't already been said? I polished mine off, and enjoyed every minute of it.
Check it out, if you get a chance. The menu's inventive and the food is delicious.
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