I should have had the half fried chicken and Ron special on Sunday when ventured in to eat a late lunch. The decor will remind you of your grandmother's rec room back in the seventies. Dark, high beams with tri colored window pained glass. I love it already. Plus, light fixtures that are old steel pipes.
Back to the food. I ordered the French dip. I beg you, TAKE THIS ITEM OFF THE MENU IF YOU CANNOT DELIVER! Please!
A French Dip should be shaved thin and served at medium temperature. On bread that is fresh. I can tell this establishment used the French rolls from Thursday on a Sunday. I'm a blue cheese fan. But the early onset taste of mold in contrast with the welldone thickly sliced roast beef was comical at best. Offensive at the least. I felt let down. Especially with the menu description. "French Dip. Need we say more!" Um, yes! Tell me I shouldn't have ordered it!