The Angry Beekeeper arrived with more poise than its name suggested. The crust was exactly what it needed to be consistent, confident, no apologies. Within a franchise setting, the atmosphere held up reasonably well; nothing remarkable, but nothing to wince at either.
The hot honey was the clear standout. It had the good manners to stay quiet through the first half of each bite before asserting itself with a gentle, warming finish. Elegant timing, honestly. The kind of detail that separates a thoughtful menu from a forgettable one.
The proteins were fine. Mid, as the kids apparently say now — and I find I can’t argue with that. They did their job without distinguishing themselves in any particular direction. A minor footnote in an otherwise pleasant slice.
Worth returning to. Worth recommending, quietly, to the right people.
