Lucille is the big deal of Madison's summer social calendar, and I think Christians captures the vibe of the place. I wish the Cap Times wouldn't run all the images in-line, and full size; it makes for a really disjointed reading experience.
The review doesn't come right out and say it, but it definitely reads like a one-visit review. Not super surprising, but reading a recitation of a restaurant's menu rather than commentary on the dishes is kind of pointless.
Levitt describes "meat-and-three" and "southern" as two different concepts, which I find odd because I've only ever heard of meat-and-threes in a southern context.
Three stars seems high for a review through which Campbell appears to almost hold her nose. But for the grass-fed beef, it doesn't look like she really loved the place. Kudos, I guess, for her willingness to put personal preference aside for appreciating the restaurant's execution of the concept.
The most I can say Abraham consumed for this review is the fried chickeny air outside the restaurant. And that Rock 'n' Rye-dosed chocolate cake sounds damned good; I wish I'd gotten a feel for whether it works or not.
I think Bos should either have scaled back her ultras on the "ultra-local at all times" bit, or dinged Italian Eatery harder for importing its burrata -- a cheese everyone and their brothers are making in-house or in-town nowadays. I suspect the ceviche is not made with walleye and perch, though, too.
"Roller rink snack bar" is an amazing reference. Baehr seems truly smitten; this is a long review for a little cafe.
A zero-complaint review from Benton. I might point out that a medianoche isn't exactly the same as a Cuban, but eh, who's counting. It sounds like it's the restaurant that gets it wrong, not the critic.
It's surprising to me that Rockhound still isn't brewing in-house; I thought it was close at hand when I stopped by during Madison Craft Beer Week in May. And in fact, we saw some croquettes come out of the kitchen back then, so I wonder if the menu language hadn't been updated by the time Falkenstein got her phyllo triangles instead.
This is a pretty nice review from Derby -- if you're a regular Flyover Friday reader, yes I can say that sometimes -- but I don't know how the cretzel escaped her mention.
Oh, a food truck review, I thought. This'll be brief. Yeah, no. Surprising depth to this one, though Hansen's a good writer and works in an appropriate amount of restaurateur input.
It was a relief to find out Froeb despised the brisket, because I struggled to discern any significant smoke ring on that lead image.
This heavily interrupted, staccato piece of criticism reads like Mamet without the swears, or maybe an Aaron Sorkin walk-and-talk. For better or worse, it does not speak to Chinese American versus a more old-world Chinese, but that's all right. We all know what's up when sesame beef makes an appearance.