Doolittles Woodfire Grill is a regional chain (North Dakota, Minnesota and Wisconsin) that opened in May near East Towne Mall in an area already dominated by other chain restaurants. Its specialty is wood-fired rotisserie cooking, although I was underwhelmed.
From the parking lot to the front door, patrons are greeted by an enticing smell of smoked meats. However, several menu items failed to deliver on these aromatic expectations. The ribs, for instance, had little smoky flavor, plus they had barely any meat, and the meat that was on it was tough to chew. The spit-roasted chicken had slightly more flavor; only the tender and juicy meat saved it from being a complete disappointment.
At least the Applewood bacon and smoked cheddar burger was done right. Big pieces of bacon and a wish-I-had-more smoked paprika aioli topped a fresh-off-the grill patty. I just wished the accompanying fries weren’t so blah.
Many of the appetizers caught my eye, such as the Asian pickled tacos and the woodfire buffalo wings. However, I settled on the walleye fingers, which I enjoyed. Good fried taste to the flaky fish, nice parmesan crust, plus a creamy tartar sauce make this dish worth ordering again.
The rest of the menu is comprised of salads, sandwiches, saute dishes (e.g. linguine with shrimp) and steaks (how’s that for using four “S” words in a row?).
Doolittles has a huge, four-sided bar in the center of the restaurant that indicates it could be a good place for happy hour. TVs are placed in the upper corners of the ceiling to steer away from being a sports bar. Just beware of the high drink prices. A screwdriver, for example, was $7, and that’s after the $2 discount.
I always get nervous when I see more hostesses than waiters (see my review of The Egg and I), and that’s what happened on a weekend lunch. Three hostesses greeted us, but we didn’t see one of the two waiters for nine minutes, and only after I asked a hostess to send a waiter to our table.
Doolittles Woodfire Grill is open every day for lunch and dinner.
The Atomic Sausage ($9) bothered me in a few ways. One, it’s too expensive. You’re basically paying $9 for a single brat. Second, I couldn’t detect any spice, a major letdown for a dish that uses “atomic” in its name. To make matters worse, I chose the side of red cabbage slaw, and it was supremely flavorless, even for cabbage.
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Fool me twice, shame on me. That’s how I felt about Headquarter’s super dry chicken. In one visit, I had the Pesto Chicken Melt ($9), which did have a tasty pesto, but it couldn’t support the aforementioned dry chicken. In another visit, I had to douse the Big Chicken Wrap ($8) with ranch sauce to get through it.
