I don't want to drop names but... Jimmy Randville is my brother…read more
I finally made it up here, 9 years (or so) after the last time I was in the UP. Since I'd never been here, and Jimmy Randville is my brother, we had to stop here.
I drank Jim Beam, the pours were generous. I also had a rocks of a Michigan whiskey, ... uh... black swamp... maybe? Then went back to Beam. I ordered the sliced prime rib sandwich, which was delicious. Served with a generous portion of au jus, and lots of melted cheese, on texas toast, it was great. Also got the side salad, which was a side salad. I've been to "nicer"/"fancy" restaurants that didn't have lettuce as fresh as here. Crisp cherry tomatoes and onion finished out this simple yet perfect salad.
Jimmy Randville, my brother, ate the fried chicken salad, which was a similar salad, albeit MUCH larger than my side salad, and had huge chunks of fried chicken on it.
Kridz had the grilled ham and cheese, also served on texas toast. Lots of cheese, lots of ham, lots of grilled.
When you show up to a place like this, and your brother is Jimmy Randville, you get treated well. Probably not so differently than anyone else, because they seemed to treat every customer very well, but... Jimmy Randville!
One guy walked in and was like "hey, are you Jimmy Randville's brother?" and I'm like "how the hell did you know that?" and he's like "I came to see him", and i'm like... oh.