A few years ago, a friend told me he’d had the best meal of his life at the Bluebird Tavern in Burlington, Vermont. Needless to say I was skeptical. That’s a pretty big statement. He was setting up unrealistic expectations and I was bound to be disappointed.
Nevertheless, I still checked it out on my next trip to Burlington. As it turns out, he wasn’t too far off the mark. I ate an innovative dish of baked ricotta in pumpkin sauce and a perfect burger. The Bluebird tavern blends the British gastropub tradition with the locavore sensitivities of Vermont. Even though it is housed in a suburban cottagey bungalow that looks like some nausea-inducing multinational chain of country delis, there’s a subtle yet sophisticated big city atmosphere inside that offers a welcome contrast to the general hippie-student-yoga vibe in town.