At The Cannibal, it’s all about meat, beer, and bicycles, in that order. Sounds like a winning formula.
The meat, much of it butchered and cured in-house, comes in small plates or in sandwiches like a knockout Cubano of slow-roasted pig’s head and house-smoked ham with Gruyère and pickles, ParkingChicken says. Riverman500 likes the bratwurst with dumplings and the merguez sausage with stewed tomato and chickpeas. Sausages, hams, pâtés, terrines, tartares, and a handful of meatless choices (roasted beets, baked ricotta, a curried egg salad sandwich) round out the menu. It all goes well with beer, and you can choose from more than 300 kinds—in bottles, on tap, or in growlers to go.
Opened in August by the owner of Resto next door, The Cannibal makes the most of its tight space, which is at once a café, deli, bar, butcher shop, and grocery (peddling a small, quirky selection that includes granola, Sriracha hot sauce, Stumptown coffee beans, and other specialty goods). As for that name: It’s a nod to the legendary Belgian cyclist Eddy Merckx, a.k.a. The Cannibal, and the theme plays out on a big-screen TV that shows European bike races. sugartoof finds it all a bit much—”hodgepodge in a bad way.” But for ParkingChicken, it adds up to a casual, affordable hangout: “Sort of a Foodie-Man cave … an above-average joint when food/atmosphere/price are all taken into consideration.”