We walked inside to see a fairly small bar and a pool table.
That was about it, besides the three folks sitting there, who all turned to
look at us and continued to until we took our seat at the bar. As soon as I sat
down, the bartender walked over to me with a concerned look – as though I wasn’t
in the right place. I asked for a menu; she didn’t say a word and shoved a
small counter topper toward me. “This is it,” she said.
A few minutes after the bartender disappeared into the
kitchen, she came out with two baskets full of fried food. In the center was a
cool cup of ranch. I broke apart a chicken tender to see what I was working
with – not too shabby! (ha – see what I did there?) Yes, these are frozen and
deep-fried, but it wasn’t the super cheap, mechanically separated piece
filling. It was better than that. And the cheese balls were pretty good too –
with a slight kick, but oozing full of cheese and a crispy breaded coating,
they were a fried heaven. I was surprised by how decent this food was.