A (beer) sampler, a half a Buffalo chicken sandwich (which means it’s battered and smothered in hot sauce plus blue cheese or ranch dressing), most of a basket of fried pickles, good company — now that’s what I call a good Thursday night.
I can’t really remember the last time I ordered a chicken sandwich, actually, but this one was good in terms of portion of fried breast and quality of bread. I really liked the bread — two nice, thick slices cut from fresh, cibatta-style roll in the back. Could have used at least a token leaf of lettuce or tomato/red onion slices, but then again, I did have an excess of pickles, which, yes, I did slice into thinner bits and layer in between the chicken and the bottom bun.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m from Cali or what, but I need something extra to a sandwich besides bread and protein. Pickles sufficed.
Best thing the Village Tavern has going for it? Wide open airy seating and a outstanding list of craft beers, which they rotate out as the kegs kick. They have Green Flash IPA here from Vista, Ca., literally minutes from where I grew up.
Go ahead, I dare you: Just try to pick two beers in a row that they have listed but don’t actually have to pour, because the keg kicked. I did.