I don’t know what it is but I have a thing for Merchant. Maybe it’s the fact that they make killer Manhattan’s and other fancy cocktails to sip, not chug. I would be totally fine if I never had another vodka cran in my lifetime. Which is why Merchant hits the spot. After having solely visited Merchant for the cocktails, I decided to give the food a try. Done.
Hello cheese curds, those babies were for the table (I promise.) I mean it’s breaded cheese, the relative of a mozzarella stick…if someone goes wrong with that, we may have an issue. My golden beet salad with creamy goat cheese, candied pecans and sunflower sprouts was delish. And the mussels…very good. That was the half portion! Cant imagine the full. Why’d they have to give me all that grilled bread? I finished it. Go. And drink up. Wait, they also have a late night menu. All I’m saying is soft-baked pretzel and fries. Bam.