Several months back, I read about the opening of the White Bull, in Decatur.  It is located in that space near the Brick Store Pub that has been several failed restaurants.  Named after Hemingway’s description of a blank piece of paper in front of him, the implication is that the menu is a blank canvas on which the chef can paint his version of Italian farm-to-table dishes.  On this brisk day, we would NOT be eating outside.

The interior is clean and white-washed, with plenty of exposed brick.  And ridiculously light-weight chairs.

They started us out with a basket of their in-house made breads: a house biscuit; a cinnamon roll and a chocolate hazelnut croissant, served with peach preserves.  In talking with the server, he said that 90-95% of their products are from local farms and / or are then produced in house.  Even to the point of grinding their own flour.  I didn’t realize we were there for brunch, but we were.  I prefer lunch to brunch as there always seem to be more options on a lunch menu.  My beloved ordered ricotta and cornmeal pancakes with apples and sorghum.

She enjoyed the pancakes, but by the time they arrived she forgot about the ricotta and asked why it was on there.

I went with the burger

A timeless, tasty burger.