For a date night on a Friday, Dane took me out to The Met Bar in Chestnut Hill. The Met Bar is part of the larger Metropolitan Club, an upscale restaurant. I pass this place every day on my way to and from work, and it looked like a great lounge and restaurant. After a particularly long week, we headed over for cocktails and dinner. I did my research on the menu before going, and I was definitely excited to try some of their offerings.
We got to The Met Bar around 7pm, and the bar area was busy. Luckily there was one open table which we quickly grabbed and started looking over our options for cocktails. I went with the Design-Your-Own-Cocktail option, choosing the type of drink (martini, margarita, caipirhina, etc.), the flavor (mango, passion fruit, guava, peach, pomegranate), the style for serving (straight up, on the rocks, frozen), and if you want the glass rimmed (sugar, salt, coconut, or nothing). My choice was a passion fruit martini and it was delicious. Dane went with Glenlevit whiskey on the rocks.
There was a menu with entrees and more of a bar menu, which is what we chose to order from. The bar menu had upscale versions of familiar comfort foods. We are both huge popcorn lovers, so when we saw popcorn with truffle oil and sea salt, we immediately ordered it. And then we devoured it. That popcorn was one of the most delicious things I have every tasted. The truffle oil was amazing with the sea salt, and the popcorn was perfect. The night could have ended with with my cocktail and popcorn and I would have been the happiest.
But there was more. Dane got the Met Burger and I decided on the Kobe Beef Hot Dog. Perfect bar food, with a gourmet additions. The burger had aged cheddar cheese, and the hot dog was made with Kobe beef and featured homemade relish. Not to mention the hot dog was the size of my head.
Cocktails were around $9, not unexpected for this loungy atmosphere. I thought the bar menu was incredibly reasonable. The popcorn was only $6, and our dinners were under $15 each. All in all, we will definitely go back to The Met Bar, if nothing else, but for that popcorn.