I had a rather amazing six-hour Repeal Day jaunt, split evenly between The Violet Hour and Bluebird. I'll return and cross-link when I write up VH.
Bluebird is a striking room, with enough exposed beams and rustic planks to make you feel like you're eating in a cedar chest (which is not a bad thing). The beer and whisky list is remarkable, with surprisingly little overlap with either Hopleaf or Violet Hour. I split a bottle of Foret (their certified organic) Saison Dupont, which at $20 was a reasonable buy for 750ml, and handily surpassed any of this farmhouse brewery's other offerings I'd sampled.
Service was goofy and uninformed; the server didn't look order takers in the eye, didn't write anything down (and then got orders wrong), and acted annoyed that we wanted to order food in multiple rounds, and that he had to lean in to hear us, since the music was far too loud. Sample conversation covering both sound environment and poor personal briefing if you want to work in an upscale beer and tapas bar:
HP = Hot Polish Dining Companion
GW = Gangly Tousle-Haired Waiter
GW - [sighing at the chore of having to take another order] "What can I get you?"
HP - [thinking fondly of Hopleaf and the countryside around Krakow] "Do you have any mead?"
GW - "Haven't you seen the menu?"
HP - "Yes, but I don't see any on it."
GW - "He has a menu right there, do I need to get you a fresh copy?"
HP - "No, I just want to know if you have any mead back there."
GW - "Ma'am, we have many different types RIGHT THERE, from pork to rabbit."
HP - "Not MEAT, mea-D. MEAD."
GW - "Ma'am, I have no idea what you're saying."
HP - "Mead. It's a drink. Fermented honey? You'd probably categorize it under dessert wine?"
GW -
"I've never heard of this 'mead,' sorry."
HP - [pause, glare]
HP - "Just bring me a dessert wine, I don't care which."
GW - [literally rolls eyes, leaves]
HP - [looking at the food menu, noticing that you have to "ask your server" to get the soup selection for the evening] "I'll be passing on the soup."
Fortunately, the food rocked, and other tables looked like they were having better luck with their servers. We sampled:
- shitake mushroom crostini, which were indeed Ritz-sized but moist and flavorful, with fresh herbs
- crispy lomo on bread with smashed tomato and olive oil, which was worthy of Avec
- salchichon de vic, which was riper than anything I've had in Spain (aggressively gamey and sour), but a remarkable portion for $3 and quite good with bread
- house-cured olives, awe-inspiring
- mac and cheese with bleu and bacon, another great portion size and pleasantly smokey
- rabbit haunch on noodles, another one seemingly imported from Paul Kahan
- flap steak, perfectly medium-rare, nice garnishes
- sardines, aggressively fishy with a good flake and whole herb sprigs, very bony (could have used some kitchen prep to make easier to eat)
Hardly anything on the menu is over $10, and being able to order custom salumi and cheeses at $2-4 a portion is very, very nice. I will be quite upset if anyone checkpleases this place in the next few years. We eventually had eight in our party, and the long table was very group-friendly; if only the server was as accommodating.