I'm obviously not a food blogger, and don't chronicle every place we go, but I was so pleasantly surprised by our experience that I felt like I should share.
The lowdown: Silo is a relatively-but-not-brand-new restaurant in Germantown, which is an area that I'd probably describe as one step past "up and coming." It's far from completely developed, but is no longer a secret adventure or undiscovered. Silo has that locavore, farm-to-table "elevated Southern" cuisine thing going on. While that's no longer a groundbreaking culinary idea, it's still delicious.
The cocktail menu was very fun--Sara had a strawberry rickey that is probably exactly what our 7-year-old selves would have invented to drink while playing My Little Ponies. If kids drank cocktails, that is. Most notably, BA was very impressed with the (extensive) bourbon list. Around here, you expect places to go beyond the basics, but this went even beyond that second ring of names you'd drop if you knew slightly more than the basics. He remarked that the list was curated by someone who definitely knew what they were doing, which is an assessment I trust. As an aside, I was also charmed by the way the water carafes on the tables were actually re-purposed Bulleit Bourbon bottles with the label removed.
I'm not going to run through everyone's meal, because ain't nobody got time for that, but I will just say that my sisters and I all got the burger and it might be my new fave burger in town. The addition of Benton's bacon elevated it perfectly, but wasn't heavy handed (that's really thick bacon; rookies don't realize you can't just slap it on everything all overzealous like). We also shared a side or two of the mac n' cheese...check it out.
We had brought a birthday cake, so we didn't sample their desserts, but every single one looked extremely enticing. Guess we'll just have to go back.
Overall, I would just say two thumbs up to them. I guess I had expected it to be kind of self-important and intimidating because it's sort of hip and has gotten good buzz, but that wasn't the case. Our server was so, so nice. And so was the manager, and the hostess, and really everyone. Like, to the point that we noticed and remarked on what genuine and attentive service it was--which is certainly not always the case. We also left the staff the rest of the birthday cake (I did NOT need to bring that thing home), so maybe it also buys us some good karma in the future.
I did not take any pictures other than this one of a baby on a table, so here you go.
Happy birthday, daddy!










