Editorial Review

With half the wait of its downtown namesake, the Wishbone on Lincoln boasts a similarly huge open dining room with a diner-style bar in front and an "adult" room with a wet bar in back. Giant paintings of comic farm animals and pastel cabbages hang next to murals of flying chickens and sunnyside egg chandeliers. Everything's a little oversized here, from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Lincoln Avenue to the enormous plates of "southern reconstruction" cooking. Think of the ideal hangover breakfast: corn-, bean- and crabcakes, cornflake French toast and andouille sausage washed down with fresh-squeezed OJ and pint-glass Bloodies. Dinner here is a revelation that even a backwoods gospel preacher couldn't match. Can I get an "Amen?"