For years now, I’ve had a sort of Sunday tradition where more often than not, I’ll stop in to Cumberland Brews (1576 Bardstown Rd) for lunch and a few pints. I almost always prefer to do this alone as a chance to reflect on the week that was, and recklessly promise myself that this is the week I will finally get my shit in order. After a few of their tasty Chimney Rock IPAs, it’s a little easier to buy into this charade.
Since being introduced to Cumberland Brews by my dad more than a decade ago, I’ve maintained a relationship with the microbrewery as a place to drink delicious beer and put food in my face. My go-to menu option has remained the Buffalo Chicken Sandwich, which is what I’ve decided to order for lunch on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. The concept is simple: They put a fried chicken breast covered in buffalo sauce on a bun and cover it with blue cheese crumbles. Here’s what the sandwich looked like when it was delivered to my table outside:
Sure, I’ve seen this sort of sandwich idea on other menus and have tried quite a few of them, but for my money none of them hold a candle to the Cumberland Brews iteration. The chicken breast is always huge, perfectly fried and adequately drenched in sticky burnt orange Buffalo sauce. Served on a lightly toasted bun, the chicken is topped with a courageous amount of blue cheese crumbles and a side of basic crinkle fries.
Aside from the optional toppings (pickles, onions, tomatoes, blue cheese dressing) there’s not much else to this thing. As I said before, their approach is very simple allowing each quality ingredient to speak for itself. The buffalo sauce is a bit tangy and not overly spicy, while the chicken breast has always maintained a delicate crunch on the outside with a juicy, succulent interior. The crinkle fries aren’t anything special, but they are good enough.
I washed everything down with a pale ale (or 3) while listening to music through my headphones. The service (as always) was awesome as the server was polite and attentive but not overly intrusive with a bunch of “Tell me about this weather!” bullshit. I left my table contently full of food and perfectly buzzed, then headed down to Better Days Records and spent too much money. If this doesn’t sound like the perfect Sunday afternoon, what the hell is wrong with you?
EDITOR’S NOTE: Phillip Olympia is absolutely, positively not a food critic. Having said that, he really, really loves food, and he really appreciates Louisville’s effervescent independent restaurant scene which is why we have decided to embark on a weekly series of posts documenting a singular item from a particular menu from one of many local spots. We’re calling this series “Food For Fun” because, well, I don’t know. It’s a dumb name, but you’ll get over it.