The menu is divided into Two legs, Four legs and No legs...
There's no better refuge from the tacky parade of Melrose Ave. on a Saturday afternoon than a cool leather booth at the Village Idiot. I know it gets noisy and crazy later on, but at 6:00, it's a fine place for a cool beer. It's early for dinner, but I'll never rest until I taste the fish and chips at every pub in town, and the Village Idiot's have a terrific light and crunchy crust. Skip the tartar sauce and douse the whole plate with vinegar, and dig in -- you won't be able to stop, at least until the beer runs out.
Fish and chips batter is extra-crispy but not heavy
I loved my ESB beer but in the heat of the moment, I've forgotten the brewer. Matt was happy with his Craftsman lager but his oak-grilled sausage and Yukon mash with port sauce was fairly mundane. Despite the foodie buzzwords sprinkled throughout the menu, this is basically competently-prepared pub grub that goes down well with beer. Actually, the beer menu is smaller than I expected, and I would prefer more booths and fewer tables for that real pub ambiance, but hey, if you have to hit Golden Apple comics on a Saturday, it's a fine place to recover.