The two most important days of your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why. - Mark Twain
I liked the way the meats are arranged by animal and they even left a spot for "Not Animal". I was all about animal on this visit, so I decided on the Merguez sausages (under Lamb for those playing along at home) and a side of their baby potatoes. Though it was warm outside by normal MN-winter standards, my brain is still well into winter mode - meat & potatoes do nicely in December. When I placed my order, the bartender also mentioned and made sure I would be ok with the sausages as they are produced in house and are a very "fine grind, almost like pate". I asked if they taste good, to which she replied positively - so I stayed with that choice. I couldn't wait.
When my plate and cast-iron skillet arrived I was pumped! I couldn't wait to dive in... so why would I? I gently cut a round off the first link I got my fork into and moved it to my waiting agape mouth. It was good. But the grind wasn't fine, from what I know about cased meats at least. I grabbed a bite of the potatoes, also delicious. I got the bartender's attention to mention the sausage grind she warned me about and as soon as she saw the plate, she knew she had ordered me the wrong sausage. I wasn't eating Merguez, I was enjoying their house-made Chorizo (from the choice that changes often and one I wasn't told about when I was given the menu or at ordering).
Oohh-kaayy. I'm fine with Chorizo and it really was delicious. So, I tucked back into my meat and potato, even though she offered to place the right order for me (who wants to wait again?). In the middle of the meal, I ran out of my short beer and wanted to pick a different one (the genius of the short pour, IMO). It took about 3-4 minutes to get the bartender's attention this time. It seemed like the bar staff was more interested in updating each other on their current events than paying attention to the patrons, but I guess that happens. Maybe the management of Libertine doesn't treat or train the bar staff the same as the servers. Maybe they don't tell them to go over specials when someone asks for a menu, or pay attention to the customers eating at their counter.
In any case, I got my second short beer order in and when she delivered it, she let me know it would be free, as a way to make up for the mistake on the sausage order. I'll take it.
This is my worst restaurant post ever, but I have what I feel is a valid excuse. The food, smells, people, and sights were so memorizing that I didn't have enough concentration to take more photos. Do us both a favor and visit for yourself.
I'd recommend that you go early to beat the weekend dinner crowd, as we did...and order off the hot sandwiches side of the menu, also like we did...get a phosphate or egg cream (if you don't know what that is, we may have to stop being friends), yep, we did this too...and finally, spend time in the deli/bakery and take some fresh goods home.
Note: I did not get the chance to find out why they leave the apostrophe off their menus/name, but it's hard to care with a mouth full of lean corned beef & brown mustard on fresh baked rye.