It’s rare these days for me to get out at night, so when Mouthwater Media reached out to me and asked me to try The Burnham’s new fall menu in exchange for penning a post about it, I leapt at the opportunity.
And by leapt, I mean I did my homework and made sure this restaurant, in the heart of downtown, was the kind of place I’d want to promulgate. Word on the street is I can be a snippet picky, at least that’s what the Hubby says; insert eye roll here.
After a little research, I discovered the menu is Cleveland inspired (hello pierogis), and they work with local products and purveyors in order to provide the best culinary experience. A quick perusal of the appetizers and entrees promised bold flavors, lots of healthy eats and even some unique vegetarian options. Be still my non-carnivorous heart (ignoring of course bacon, because bacon).
Spoiler alert, I said yes.
I arranged a babysitter for the tiny human, invited a girlfriend and put on my red elastic waistband pants (for real, my pants were held together by a rubber band).
My first choice of the evening was a cocktail; obviously. I chose the Pink Lady, which was all kinds of whimsical and flirty. Confession: I would have ordered several more if I didn’t have to drive home.
After that, I splurged on the goat cheese panna cotta with house made veggie chips and the shittake mushroom and potato pierogis. No surprise here, the goat cheese was everything; light, creamy and incredibly fresh. The pierogis, from Ohio City, were rich, buttery and a bowl of comfort. They were also paired with a plethora of seasonal produce which made me and my dining companion happy. We love veggies.
For dinner, we chose the Margarita Pizza and the Cauliflower Steak because balance. We shoveled fistfuls of each into our eagerly awaiting esophagi. The pizza was on point with ooey-gooey good cheese, and I was blown away by the thickness of the cauliflower steak. It would have put a filet to shame.
Despite being stuffed, I dabbled in a couple of the desserts because my sweet tooth overrides being uncomfortably full. Even though I’m not a huge fan of pumpkin, I tried the tart mainly because it looked fancy, and I rather enjoy eating with my eyes. It was tasty, although my favorite part was the whipped cream and edible decorations. Why can’t all leaves be made of chocolate?
Not to be outdone, I also dipped my (chocolate) spoon into the crème brûlée. While it wasn’t as sumptuous as my father’s version (that man can wield a torch), the Breton cookie and sautéed cherries were a nice touch.
The service was on point, our waitress made excellent recommendations, and the head chef even came out to say hello. The ambience was quite lovely as well, boasting ultra high ceilings and ginormous windows. It was dinner with a view. I can’t wait to go back if only so I can try the BBQ white bean hummus, the 63 degree egg salad, and the sweet potato cheesecake, not necessarily in that order. I might start with dessert first next time.
Thank you for supporting me and my blog and allowing me to have a lovely evening out. It is much appreciated.