Looking for a new experience, I decided to head to the new Firehouse Restaurant in Saukville.
This is new for me for more reasons beyond the obvious of a new spot in town — I've never eaten at a restaurant in Saukville, unless you count the .
Looking over the pages and pages of menu, I was excited to see yet something else 100 percent brand spanking new to me: sweet potato puffs — think tator tots, sweet potato-style, and served as an option with sandwiches, wraps and the like.
Well, the Firehouse had me sold on the those — but the daunting task of deciding which entree to accompany it sent the waitress back and forth on several, "Are you ready to order?" trips.
Of course not; this menu is huge.
I finally settled on the Avocado Delight from the Chicken Shack list. Seems it was an avocado night, as my tablemate chose the Avocado Wrap with onion peels.
It was 7 p.m. on a Wednesday night, and the restaurant was actually still relatively busy for the late dinner time hour — something I'm sure sticks with the trend of steady business I've seen in passing the restaurant on my way here and there over the past couple weeks its been open.
My chicken sandwhich had avocado, bacon and pepperjack cheese on a grilled chicken breast. The bun was fresh and crisp, but it could have used a little ranch or some other sauce to moisten it up a bit — I added mustard from the table, but that wasn't the best compliment to the flavors.
The sweet potato puffs? Those are amazing, but a full disclaimer: I am a sweet potato lover in just about way, shape and form.
The restaurant also serves breakfast all day long, with a wide selection of crepes, pancakes, egg dishes, omelets and more.
They also serve Sprecher rootbeer — but disappointingly had no Sprecher beer on tap.
While the restaurant and bar area were a medium-small size, I caught a glimpse of an extra dining room that likely opens in the back in times of need.
Overall, it was a good experience, and I'll definitely be back to try one of the million other things I had to deny on the menu.
A final side note — there's a lilac tree planted just outside the restaurant walls, and in plain view of the booth where my tablemate and I sat.
I'd run out of fingers and toes counting the number of people who stopped to smell the bush, but it gave me the impression that a time out at the Firehouse was just enough to send people away with the urge to stop and smell the roses — or, in this case, lilacs.