I don't think I'll have the "Urge" to eat there again

URGE American Gastropub

We have a couple that we go out with that love and know a lot about beer.  We wanted to go with them to Ritual Tavern and check it out, but given time restraints and location, they asked if we'd be willing to go to URGE. 

A gastropub; um, I want to be impressed when I go to a gastropub.  Why?... because you've taken the time to call yourself a gastropub, you should be more than a place with lots of booze that has some food on the menu.

Our server, well, he didn't really help much. I want confidence and knowledge to exude from my server.  I can read a menu, I'm looking to you for more.  I've decided from this experience that I might start off with "if I was a New York Times food critic, what would suggest I order?". Who am I kidding, they still won't get it.  Maybe my expectations are too high; maybe I am too serious and intense.  Oh, I don't know, maybe since I work my ass off in a kitchen that I earn three dollars an hour after taxes, I would like to spend my hard earned cash on something worth while. Just saying; that's all.

I ordered one of the specials.  Supposedly it was a hotdog wrapped in wild boar bacon with some fancy beer infused mustard, sauerkraut, and "sport pepper relish".  Given my disdain for peppers, I opted not to have the relish and to play it safe, got the mustard on the side.

I will start off by saying I am grateful for the high alcohol content beer I was swigging cause the dog was depressing. The bacon was just thrown on there, the mustard was yellow mustard with little bumps in it, and the hot dog, was well a basic dog, and honestly, there was this weird sour after taste. All this was dumped into a very clumsy, stale bun.  Yes, a stale bun.  The sauerkraut was good.  It came with "house made chips".  They were good, in a Lays sour cream and onion chips way.

I decided to drown my sorrows in another beer. Since they took forever to bring out our order, we were offered free dessert.  That was edible and ended the night on a decent note. But the frown on my face said it all: it wasn't worth eating there.