[Pigging by Wilfrid: April 5, 2017]
Yardbird Southern Table furnished the best meal of my recent trip, not because it was leagues better in execution than Bouchon, but because the prices were--in comparison--sane.
It's tucked away in a subterranean "Restaurant Row" under the Palazzo, alongside some bars and another Batali-Bastianich joint.
There are salads and biscuits and waffles, and even a catch of the day, but it would be perverse not to come for the chicken, which--at $42 the whole bird, $26 for half--is staggeringly well-priced by the standards of Vegas hotels and the Strip. There's also a chicken, watermelon and waffles "signature dish," but the memory of the Bob Wills burger was too vivid to face all the toppings, trimmings and accoutrements involved (bourbon maple syrup).
The chicken was good. Dark, sturdy, crunchy crust which adhered to the bird; no dryness in the flesh; even the breast was succulent. Brined to the heavens, I assume. The only complaint could be that it inclined towards damp greasiness; anyone who chooses chicken because it's lean, dry and white might not like it. I took half a bird, all to myself.
Sides? More biscuits and waffles. I chose the grits. For $9, enough for two or three people. I made a good dent in them, but they had the odd texture of porridge: I mean the thick, oatmeal porridge I used to be given for breakfast.
There are even small bites on the menu--chicken liver toast, farmer's cheese, a pickle jar--for five or six bucks. It does the job.