If for some reason I don’t respond with tacos when asked what I’m craving, the second most likely answer is a chicken sandwich. (Although other valid guesses include gelato and/or mussels/crab/shrimp/scallops…) The problem with me and chicken sandwiches though is that my craving is always pretty particular and I do not have a go to place in mind when I want the type. Until now.
After the Thread happy hour and per Annie’s recommendation, we walked down to Revolution Rotisserie & Bar to check the place out. She had the inside scoop because she knows a guy, and I willingly followed her lead. We were there pretty late so there really wasn’t a crowd, but it was nice because we were in OTR, got right in, sat down, ordered, and ate within super reasonable time. I am sure you can understand how awesome that is for a gal like me right now.
We weren’t sure what to order, but when I’m somewhere new with the intention of blogging, my motto is always in the name of research. So we sprung for a heavy appetizer and a sandwich each.
The tater tot poutine was the obvious choice when it came to the starters because it always makes sense to order something with tots, cheese, gravy, and chicken. But I’ll be honest. It was a little underwhelming. Maybe it was the gravy? But what was super delicious about it was the chicken, which is awesome because that’s their shtick.
While Annie teetered between just ordering the bird or a sammie, I knew that it would be a sandwich for sure. What I didn’t expect is that I’d want at least four different sandwiches and narrowing down an option would be hard, especially because all of the flavor profiles I was salivating over were so different.
I ultimately settled on the Nelson Mandela and it was delish, with pepperjack, black beans, corn, tomato, cilantro, corn chips, and chipotle ranch. For a gal’s who’s base section of the food pyramid is Mexican, it is no real surprise that this is what I settled on. But it was super satisfying and very very flavorful. It was one of those sandwiches where each bite was a little different than that last. I love when that happens because it means each component can stand on its own and doesn’t get lost in the noise. Kudos to the Mandela.
Annie ultimately sprung for the Ben Franklin, with asian slaw, cilantro, peanuts, and lightening sauce. I can attest to a bite of it and report that it was very good (although I’d still prefer mine). As far as flavor genres go, it ate like a tasty asian take out dish, which I think is very cool. In fact, that’s why I had such a hard time narrowing down options because I wasn’t sure what ethnic route to take. But regardless, not a drop was left from either of us, which clearly means all was good in our hood.
So check out Revolution on Race Street. They’re pretty hopping at lunch, and quite frankly, it’s a perfect downtown lunch option. I myself will be heading back because I need to try the George Washington, the Thomas Jefferson, the John Handcock, and the Marie Curie. Have a look at the menu yourself and let me know what you think!