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| - A few weeks ago I was out in North Las Vegas at Three Square volunteering for the evening. When I was finished I was starving and really felt the need for a steak so I hopped on Yelp to see what was close by. Quickly Hitchin Post was returned and the reviews looked relatively promising. I don't mind dives and have had some of the best food in my life at them, so I hoped for the best and headed over.
When I got there I mused at the awesome location right next to a rv motel. After a minute I figure out where the door was and headed in where I was greeted with a harsh cigarette smell, old dark bar, and a smattering of very "colorful" characters. The bartender, who I have to say was super friendly and very attentive, came over where I ordered a glass of Cabernet. I didn't bother asking if they had different brands or even anything other than Cab. By the looks of this place I knew better than to be that stupid.
After quickly looking through the menu, and realizing that a paleo dinner was going to be a stretch, I order the NY Strip with steamed-ish vegetables and a salad. I asked for just balsamic or red wine vinegar but there was none to be had so I settled for a balsamic vinaigrette on the side knowing it would be one of those Sysco brand kinds that was laden with sugar and other questionable ingredients but I wasn't going to be deterred from hoping that I was at least going to get a spot on steak.
My meal came fairly quickly and I hungrily dug in to what was at best an ok steak. It wasn't bad but the only reason I remember it was because of the sketchy surroundings and listening to a well educated, classy fellow (I hope you hear the sarcasm) loudly question why we (Americans, I presumed) even cared if people in France got bombed. This was the day after the Charlie Hebdo incident. I guess FauxNews, which was on half the televisions, wasn't making a case for caring about other human beings or free speech.
All in all my meal was passable but pretty underwhelming. I at least got to watch a woman order her cocktail to go, to which, the bartender pulled out a sleeve of McDonald's cups, poured in the cocktail, and handed it across to the patron. Wow, I didn't know people DID things like that. It was surreal.
Would I ever go back? Not unless I was in the area and much more desperate. Would I recommend the place? Doubtful. Why didn't I give it 1 Star? Well the steak was HORRIBLE and I was fairly amused by the people. Plus, the bartender was fantastic so I can't totally knock the place.
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