3 /5 Steve Bradford: We drove out to Pullman hoping for a solid meal and maybe a new favorite spot. Instead, we got a reminder that good marketing doesn’t always equal good food.
My wife ordered the baby back ribs, which looked promising — right up until she tried to eat them. They were so dry I think we both heard them crack when she cut in. “Fall off the bone”? Nope. More like claw your way to freedom. The BBQ sauce was alright, but the coleslaw… yikes. It tasted like someone accidentally left it in the sun and then forgot to add flavor when they remembered it existed.
I went with the Prime Rib Dip, expecting something rich and juicy. Instead, I got thin, dry slices of meat that no amount of au jus could resurrect. The fries were the only survivors — crispy, seasoned, and actually edible.
The bartender was friendly, and the atmosphere was solid. But when the fries and the decor are the highlights, that’s not exactly a win.
If you’re in the area and starving, sure, it’ll do. But if you’re thinking of driving out of your way for it — don’t. Gas is too expensive for disappointment.