The White Bull

The White Bull sits on Decatur Square in a room that still leans on the exposed brick and dangling bulbs that were everywhere a decade ago, but nobody seems to mind. It's full most weekends with people looking for something better than a burger on a night that doesn't need to be a special occasion. The menu changes with the season and stays Italian at its core: polenta, soubise, short rib ragu, a rotating list that keeps the regulars coming back to see what's different.

The kitchen doesn't bat a thousand. The yellowfin crudo, loaded with cantaloupe, pistachio and chilis, should taste like more than it does. But the large ravioli, built with a Southern-leaning richness, lands exactly the way the room wants it to — comfort food with technique behind it, not covering for it. More hits than misses is the honest tally, and the hits are worth returning for.

A Michelin Guide selection in 2025 backs up what the crowds already decided on their own. The White Bull isn't selling a look. It's selling a plate that makes an ordinary night feel earned, and it gets there more often than not.