Whoa pony!
It's been a while since I've run my jibs about a decent feed wagon. I spent the entire 2018 summer getting mediocre meals. Nothing dangerous, just nothing adventurous.
But, now I gotta tell my brothers and sisters here about a decent feed wagon right down the road in ye old tun of Abercrombie, North Dakota. Abercrombie is known for its old frontier fortress, Fort Abercrombie, a.k.a. "The Gateway to the West".
If you move your timeline forward a bunch of decades, you get another reason to stop in to this little apple: Brandon's Fort Saloon.
First off, I gotta make a declaration. I picked Brandon's Fort Saloon solely because I read a brutally scathing review of this particular feed trough. This individual was so malcontented that she felt the need to incorporate profanities and vulgarities in her little essay. But this dude ain't born yesterday. I've been to some scrubby digs and I ain't ever had a reason to dress the boys down like that. A good fight is still a good fight, so I grabbed my bouncer-sized buddy and headed for the fort.
Let's move this along...
My compadre and I ride into Abercrombie long after the sun went down. It's easy to spot the saloon from all the way across town. It's got a deep parking lot and that's a good sign. To the untrained eye, Brandon's Fort Saloon is gonna look like any one of a hundred of these small town bars. Old, sun-faded signs. Unassuming exterior. A bunch of pickup trucks out front.
But, ol' Brandon's got himself an edge. The Fort Saloon has a hash slinger who immigrated up here to the Nordic Nation from Oklahoma, y'know, the Far South of the Midwest. Appropriately named "Okie", this pit boss works his magic like the Que'minatti.
Shufflin' over the threshold, we walked into a cozy, little joint with a bunch of people smilin' and laughin', sports screens, and over their thumpin' Bose PA, some generous soul had queued up a bunch of classic rock tunes. God bless 'em!
We squeezed into a couple seats in the back and straight away, the big boss of Brandon's Fort Saloon threw a couple pub gazettes in our face. Brandon dropped some truth about the kitchen specials and locked me in on their pulled pork sandwich. What did ol' Brandon say? Lemme tell ya!
...11 imperial ounces of richly-smoked, heavenly-juicy, BBQ pork on a fresh, frontier-sized, toasted sandwich bun. On the side, I opted for the legendary Fort Saloon cheesy hash browns...
Brother, that sounds like a meal.
Now, I gotta tell you guys what it's like dealing with the boss. Ol' Brandon threw in some largesse. Ah yeah, he knew if we got a little taste of some other offerings, we would be back. Based on the order alone, my return was assured, but the boss man took care to make sure we knew what we were getting into when we rode back into town.
If you know me, you know I dig me a good BBQ joint. They are hard to come by, particularly in these parts, but I have patronized some very good ones. So, I was anxiously awaiting delivery. When Brandon stopped by to drop off the goods, my jaw dropped a little. Good Lord, that was a huge sandwich! Delicately cooked pork with a drizzle of their own BBQ sauce and a pile of coleslaw. Cheesy taters on the side.
I'll admit a bit of trepidation, cuz I'm not a fan of adulterated BBQ. One of my rules is that I should be the one to add condiments to the meat. However, ol' Okie did such an amazing job that I knew I had to try it his way. I was not disappointed at all. Big bonus that the sandwich was so huge I was able to enjoy about half of the pulled pork, plain, as God intended. Okie is the man! Thank Providence for the horse trails between Oklahoma and North Dakota!
Listen guys, you ain't gonna do wrong by stoppin' in to Brandon's Fort Saloon. Real nice folks in that town and service as good as any silver can buy. Brandon is easily one of the friendliest hosts I have had the pleasure of meeting. I'll admit that on the menu it looks like your wallet is going to take a little bruisin', but stay in formation for the payoff. Your tastebuds are gonna find a little piece o' paradise.
Now, if you get there and agree with all my runnin' on, here. Let your server have a little taste, too. Abercrombie ain't right next to the ol' gold depository and the rent don't just fall from the sky. If you can afford the oats to get there, you can throw in a couple sugar cubes, too. Let 'em know you care.
Don't forget to tell your friends about Abercrombie. If you let 'em know about a place like Brandon's Fort Saloon, they are gonna know that you are thinkin' about 'em deep down in that warm and fuzzy heart of yours. Ride safe and be awesome!
P.S. The prime rib is on the to-do list. Great stuff! read more