Right now I am admiring some new wall décor discovered during today’s trip to the three ring circus that is Ikea, while finishing off a piece of Coconut Crème Cake and a glass of iced tea. You don’t even need to ask if the tea is sweetened. In my world, there is no iced tea unless it contains copious amounts of sugar.
Naturally, I don’t indulge in all that sweet stuff on a regular basis, but today I get a free pass: It’s my birthday. And feeling embolden by the onset of a new year, I have ventured out into the frigid terrain yet again.
This time to Barossa.
It’s easy to miss this tiny place, set on the corner of Oregon and Second Street between a bunch of industrial buildings that are slowly being converted to lofts. But let me assure you, this is one spot you do not want to pass up.
With its blend of warm, pumpkin colored walls, exposed brick, ambient music and close-set tables filled with an eclectic array of urbanites, Barossa’s atmosphere exudes the kind of low-key chic that manages to be both cool and intimate, a combination I find incredibly appealing.
Another thing I find highly appealing is the fact that roughly 80% of Barossa's ingredients, including meats, are organic and purchased from local farmers whenever possible. That commitment to earthy authenticity contributes to the creation of a menu so playful and eclectic that I wasn’t exactly sure how to describe it to Scott when he asked what to expect.
Instead, I just let him find out for himself.
Update: Barossa is now closed. A new restaurant is expected to open in that space later this year.
