The Mansard

We had such a great experience at The Mansard Inn! The fish fry was absolutely delicious,perfectly cooked, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The portion size was generous, and for the quality and amount of food you get, it’s extremely well priced. You really can’t beat it. What really made the night though was the service. Everyone was friendly, attentive, and genuinely welcoming. It made the whole experience feel relaxed and enjoyable. If you’re looking for a great fish fry, delicious drinks, and amazing service all in one spot, The Mansard Inn is definitely worth a visit! Shout out to the owners as they both checked in our table and made sure our meal was great!

Very dated decor. Bathroom had a horrible set up , odd smell in restaurant. Weck Wednesday was average. My husband got Cajun pasta worst tasting Cajun pasta ever . No Cajun favor at all.

Kendrick Lamar said “mustard”… but I’m saying it louder: “Mansaaaard!” That’s the anthem, that’s the gospel, that’s the restaurant. Walking into The Mansard felt like stepping into Notre Dame’s locker room in 2025, right before kickoff. The energy was different. The lights hit me, the menu stared back like Marcus Freeman drawing up destiny on a whiteboard. That Weck Wednesday beef on weck for $8? Straight-up CJ Carr dropping dimes into tight windows — sharp, accurate, no wasted motion. Perfect roast beef, salty kummelweck roll, au jus on the side like an offensive line opening lanes wide open. It was a first down in sandwich form. The fried gnocchi poutine? Forget it. That was Jeremiah Love breaking tackles and cutting through defenders like cheese curds through gravy. Crispy, saucy, chaot

This was absolutely the best broiled fish that we have ever had. Fries were delicious, coleslaw was delicious, clam chowder and salad were delicious. Burger also excellent. Service was outstanding and the atmosphere was relaxing. Definitely going back.

The Mansard is no exaggeration, an absolute banger of a restaurant. From the moment you walk in, the vibes are immaculate—like, Michelin-star energy mixed with “your cool friend’s house but with better lighting.” The place just gets it. The ambiance has so much rizz it could file taxes for you, and every time I eat there I feel like the main character in a food montage that would absolutely destroy people on TikTok. The food? No crumbs. Zero. Absolutely none. Every dish feels like it was handcrafted by someone who woke up and chose culinary violence (in a good way). I’ve eaten meals here that live rent-free in my head at 3 a.m. Like, I’ll be staring at the ceiling thinking about a sauce and whispering “sheesh” into the darkness. If loving The Mansard is wrong, I don’t want to be right. S