Oscar’s at the Museum is one of my favorite places to grab lunch. If I’m with a friend or by myself, it gives me a good excuse to wander around the Birmingham Museum of Art after I finish my meal. As with most places (for food or art), I don’t make it out there as often as I’d like.
When I saw that Oscar’s was participating in Restaurant Week for a third year in a row, adding them to my list was an easy choice. I’ve wanted to see the “Rising Up,” the Hale Woodruff mural exhibit that’s in town, and this was my chance. It’s awesome, incidentally.
So was the food. Since this is the week of visiting all my restaurant friends, I got to see Caitlin and Audrey during my time at Oscar’s (hi guys!). It was a rainy afternoon, so I wanted something a bit heavier than what I might normally get. Though the fish taco and salad combination looked delicious, the pepperjack chicken sandwich with fries looked to be more filling.
The choice was definitely worth it. Even if my diet didn’t consist of “Hey, that looks tasty, I’m eating it,” I probably would have sprung for the chicken sandwich anyways. According to Executive Chef Christopher Cobb, they had only offered fish dishes for the past three years and wanted to mix up their offering with tacos and something completely different. His sous chef brought this sandwich this him, and it was delicious enough that it has stuck around.
Though I bolted down a good portion of the sandwich more quickly than is probably healthy, it was good. The grilled chicken gave a slight spice, white the creamy red pepper aioli and pepperjack cheese gave it a bit of richness and more spice. The bacon gave a further hint of smokiness (and, let’s be honest, was a huge part of my choice). With the crispy, zesty fries as a side, it was exactly what I needed to get through the rain.
Then came the pie. Oh my goodness, the pie. The filling was light and airy and creamy. Drizzled underneath was a bittersweet lemon sauce, and the whole thing was topped with a goodly dollop of whipped cream. As a whole, it wasn’t as overpoweringly bitter or sweet as some of the icebox pies I’ve had in the past. I ate until I couldn’t, and the took the rest home for my husband.