Shunning America’s tradition, Ettan and I went to Carriage House for the first time on Superbowl Sunday: actually during the big game itself. The meal began with one of the most memorable and delicious grilled oysters I have had. The other standouts for me were the fried chicken thigh with sweet potato hot sauce, and butternut salad.
The pumpkin seeds provided a nutty and (maybe my palate’s a little nutty) spicy counterpoint to the mellow earthy sweetness of the squash. The room was a beaut, really evocative of the Atlantic coast in the South. Etta reiterated that it must be the best restaurant on that stretch of Division.