Late in the morning Lisa and I drove down to Kenosha for lunch, taking the scenic route down Hwy 32. We ate at the Union Park Tavern, at the recommendation of a co-worker.
I will say that there sides were grand. The jalapeño poppers featured red jalapeños and had a delicious kick to them.
The potato wedges were on point, and Lisa enjoyed the cheesy hashbrowns.
The restaurant bucked tradition and in place of rye bread provided a thick slab of Italian bread. I found this to be an abomination, but it was much to my wife's liking.
The fish tho . . . this was my 3rd fish fry in Kenosha and I just don't think they've got the knack for it. The batter was light and had almost no crisp to it, the cod itself was average, and the seasoning was meh.
Sigh.
Oh, and look at this egregious error in the 'newsletter' they have at each table:
"Wayne Cochran"????????? Do you mean the late, great EDDIE Cochran sir?????
Still a nice lunch.
Afterwards we drove home and enjoyed a nice nap before being awoken by Lulu constructing a new garbage cart for our kitchen.
