I should of remembered how horrible food in a bar can be. I'm not sure, but I thought I saw one of the waitpersons go downstairs to.cook after I ordered. I ordered a simple cheeseburger. It was cooked in a way that my grandmother cooked bacon. She saved all the grease from the last time something was fried, then, she would take a spoonful of that grease, throw it into the pan, then in went the bacon. I could of swam laps in the grease that was in my burger. On a good note, the chips and beer were good as was the service. For those who don't mind all things greasy, this is your place. I will only go there for a pint from now on.
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