10/02/2026
It's here: 14oz Roasted Prime Rib — slow-roasted, Friday and Saturday only.
Nothing about it is fast. It goes in early, it comes out when it's ready, and a full dining room doesn't change that.
The same is true of nearly everything around it. Our grilled bacon starts two days before you order it. The smoked creamed corn spends its first day in the husk, charred and smoked over the same wood fire that handles the steaks — it doesn't become creamed corn until day two, and it's the most ordered thing we make. Twelve feet away at the bar, the WhistlePig in a Butcher's Cut sits in bacon fat for a full twenty-four hours before it's strained back out. Bacon takes two days here whether you eat it or drink it.
None of that shows up on a menu. But guests taste it, and then they ask what we did differently. That's the only reason any of it is worth doing.
That standard has a history. During Prohibition, the best bartenders in America were the hardest to find — craft went underground, and the people who kept it alive did it because excellence was worth the trouble, not because anyone was watching.
Ours is legal now. The dedication isn't optional.
Doors at 5. Come celebrate something — or nothing at all. 🥃