In a word: The best sliver of food in Verona (we presume).
JM ate the fish tacos with cheese and sausage for a side, plus a grape soda.
Nichole ate the beef and peanut soup, jerk chicken sandwich with curry carrot slaw on the side, and butterscotch pudding in a jam jar.
The bill was $30, or $15/person, plus tip.
JM gave Jordandal Cookhouse a B+; Nichole gave Jordandal Cookhouse an A (see our grading rubric).
Remember fall? It was great. It was the perfect time to visit Jordandal Farms' outlet, though Nichole suspects it's always a perfect time for Jordandal. She went overboard ordering since every single thing on the menu looked delicious and, while we're on the first pass of the "wheel," how often do we get to eat good food?
Her curry carrot slaw was an interesting take on the same old grated carrot salad, plus the cranberries made it nice. The nicely thick beef peanut soup was brimming with vegetables (carrots, red peppers, cabbage) while still maintaining a pleasant bite. Most of the jerk chicken sandwich went home for later, but the first bites proved their tastiness with smoky meat and a sweet jalapeño jam. Her elementary school throwback of butterscotch pudding was a tad thin, but tasty.
JM's fish tacos were quite an affair as well, though the orange-flavored mayo they were awash in may not have been the best citrus choice, but it was definitly distinct. And, though they fell apart, he hasn't found any fish tacos anywhere that actually maintain their structural integrity throughout.
Here's the thing: everything was fresh, good and packed with thoughtful ingredients. This place does a pretty good trade just selling uncooked meat to the west side's picky consumers. We're not sure how many Epic folks wander away from campus to find food, but if only 2% make their way to Jordandal, they should be sitting pretty.