Review
With my IROC finally out of the shop I can finally get away from my mutha’s cookin, not to say she don’t make the best gravy, but a man needs variety. And let me tell ya something, when I get a hunger for red meat, I need a steak, a slab of beef, a piece of cow that really can quench my hunger. The Pub has been around for awhile now, and in my youth before the casinos moved in, all the best talent used to eat there. We are talking the greats Sinatra, Dean Martin have put their asses in the same seats that I grace nowadays. I gotta say, that not much has changed as far as décor since their time period, I mean you trendy yuppies wouldn’t give this spot a second glance with your uppity clubs and high priced martini’s. Lets be honest, fair is fair and although it was like eating in a VFW the wait staff were well dressed and paid decent attention to my every slovenly need. Soon as I graced them wit my presence I headed straight to the bar, which I found eerily similar to the club, but that’s another story. Since I came straight from the track the price for drinks was half price for happy hour. Tell you what, my ten dollars that I had left over went a long ways for my double Dewars on the rocks. I made a pass at the bartender cause you know I had my purple FILA jumpsuit on and I felt kinda special. Notfernuttin , getting some water thrown in your face is no way to start a relationship or dinner. Anyways, I headed down to the main dining area to get what I came for, a piece of beef. The Pub also has a decent salad bar featuring your own creation or some premade ceasar which I got to say wasn’t bad. Being the giant prick that I am, I got the biggest fillet they had on the menu and man I wasn’t disappointed. It was cooked perfectly, and had a solid hearty taste to it. Da only thing I did regret was not gettin the prime rib. I spotted the lady next to me eatin it cuz it looked scrumptious . So when she got up from her table to hit da can I promptly inhaled her prime rib, and man that was even better. The side dishes were adequate but not outstanding but hell lets face it I was gonna eat em anyways. My advice, this is a great spot for some beef but be prepared for a throwback in visuals.
When dealing with steak you got your Sizzler and you got your Rittenhousequeer spot, and that’s only an option if you win big at the track or on the Eagles. The menu here is reasonably priced to the quality and quantity of food available for shoveling. The cheap drinks at the bar during happy hour further help the Pub out which allowed me to catch a quick buzz right before I gorged myself, man there’s nuttin like it. I guarantee for the price you aint gonna leave hungry.
Parking here is plentiful as the layout of the building is surrounded by a huge lot. Back in the day I heard this place got really nuts and its kinda scary to think where you were supposed to park when the lot filled up. Also its a bit round about to get to if you are coming from the city, but then again as my pops can tell ya, I don't follow directions to well. Directions can be found on the website, but da site looks to be as old as carpet in this place.
