It's easy to find, as it's right along Clay Street, but with many Morgantown restaurants, parking is limited. Most areas threaten towing, but we took our chances and parked in a gravel lot. The restaurant is risen up, and there are a half-dozen stairs to climb before reaching the door. The outside looks like a typical saloon-style restaurant, and the interior is wide and open. The old, hardwood floors creak underneath you and exposed wooden support beams scattered the dining area. Dozens of brightly colored tables lined the area, some adorned with cacti and carious southern landscapes. The exposed brick walls had old framed photos. A large bar was near our dining area, which is essentially in three parts, and there was an outdoor dining area, as well.
Anyway, the sandwich was fine. I wasn't thrilled or disappointed. The flavors didn't wow me. The grits were interesting. I'm not sure if I had ever had grits before, but they were basically a less creamy version of mashed potatoes. I liked them, though I feel those flavors could have been kicked up a notch as well. Kaitlynn was unimpressed with her black beans.
For dessert, hoping the meal would perk up, I ordered creme brulee. It came out cold and was mediocre. Nothing about this restaurant stood out to me, and I was quite unhappy with the small bumps with the service - though I know that happens with new restaurants, so it doesn't weigh too heavily into my grading scale. I might go back and try it once they're up and running better, but it's just not worth the effort to go to the Wharf Distrcit and deal with subpar service. Luckily, the owner or manager seemed very nice and involved and made sure our drinks were filled when the waitress was busy, so it might have a fighting chance. We'll see.
Grade: C