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| - A salt lick is where animals used to gather around to lick a bunch of salt before being shot right in the face by a hunter. One minute you're eatin' some delicious salt and the next thing you know you're up in elk heaven, clinking glasses with Bambi.
So it's an odd choice of a name for a restaurant. But let me put you at ease right away. Nobody comes out and shoots you in the face when you're done eating.
Instead what you'll find is a swanky little place with really delicious food that seems to actually put some "care" into how they serve their meals to paying customers.
Now, for those of you who care about the aesthetics of the places you eat, let me paint a word picture for you. Careful, it's about to get all harlequin up in here:
Luxurious, spacious booths line the walls. You know you won't be crammed into an awful little Chinese finger trap like you would at Denny's. This makes you happy. Waitresses smile at you with a twinkle in their eye and a slight swish in their step. Is it love? Lust? The will to make more money in tips? You can't be sure, but something inside you ignites and before you know it you're smiling back like a glass-eyed, dimple-cheeked cherub. Click, click, click go the high heels. The sound of youth.
There are fancy coat hangars. Someone very artsy also chose some paintings for the walls; you admire their finesse and panache and pleasing visual qualities.
Woah! I'll pause here to let my readers take a cold shower or dab the sweat off their brows. what I'm trying to say is, it's a nice place.
To start, I ordered the popcorn shrimp. Now, this place could have gotten all Joey's Seafood on me and delivered a white plate towering with greasy shrimp straight from the fryer. But you know what those sly dogs did? They brought it to me in a retro popcorn box - one of those red and white striped ones - with popcorn on the bottom.
Now if you're wondering if shrimp + popcorn = delicious, it IS. I was wowed by the presentation. Brownie points.
After plowing through that like a man who had been on a desert island for months, I sipped my Keiths and awaited my main course: Chili-brushed ribs with shoestring fries.
When it came, I was already impressed. A bountiful booty of golden fries and a giant rack of ribs. This place didn't mess around - for what I was paying I expected to leave full, and I would leave full indeed.
The ribs were perfect. A little heat to them, but a tenderness too. Like dating a successful businesswoman. Sure, she's got her image to keep up; can't look weak out there. But when you get her alone, she'll curl up beside you and plant butterfly kisses on your cheek.
Yes, that is how I'd describe my ribs. Like dating a businesswoman. Damn I'm good.
Everyone else I was with loved their meals as well. The steaks were cooked well. The pasta was flavorful and expertly prepared. The desserts looked absolutely amazing - but since 2012 is the year of the six pack, I opted out. Nothing tastes as good as handsome feels.
My twinkly-eyed waitress stopped by to make sure my glass was full, crack a few jokes and treat me like a boss.
In the end, I'd return to Saltlik. It could be a bit tough on the wallet for the budget-conscious, but for a night out, I'd put it up on the "win" list.
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