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In light of all this culinary legerdemain, it clearly won't do to begin with cloying, artificially flavored cocktails. So Schimoler and his crew make everything — mixers, infusions, and the like — in the kitchen and from scratch. The results are intense but clean-tasting 'tinis like the Bloody Crop ($10), a tongue-tingling pour of pepper-infused vodka, cilantro, sea salt, and tomato juice; or the Caprese ($10), a bracing combo of tomato-infused vodka, basil, and balsamic, with an aroma so massive, you'll think you've stepped into a garden.
Should all this intensely crafted lunch-and-dinner goodness somehow not be enough, Crop also features a late-night menu Thursday through Sunday, a prix fixe family-style dinner on Sunday, and "Browns' Brunch," from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. on home-game Sundays.
And of course there's the band, which tunes up every Thursday around 10:30 p.m. Featuring Don DiCarlo on guitar and lead vocals, Jason Burns on bass, Crop chef Chris Antes on guitar, and Schimoler on drums (as well as other local restaurant staffers, who sometimes drop by for a song or two), the group tackles everything from Hendrix and the Rolling Stones to the Grateful Dead and CCR.
It's damn tasty stuff — and still not as fine, or as fun, as the food.