I've been searching for a place to substitute for Thurman's since its profile on Man Versus Food has turned it into man versus queue-- beyond what was once expected. So being inspired by the first amazing afternoon of spring to scout OBX-ing opportunities (which in a town with rising value and knee-jerk property protection is basically zero--not like in the days gone by) I decide to try this place while out on my 10-mile walk. I wouldn't say it reaches the heavenly heights of Thurman's, but it did make my top-5. It certainly will satisfy my lust for grounded up bovine.
Ringside sits in the shadows of Rhodes Tower, there after Pearl Street abuts at Gay, and then continues on as an off-road plaza until Broad; in that black areas between skyscrapers where from the street it seems nothing exist, but in reality holds independent eateries and watering holes to serve downtown offices and politicos from the statehouse. An establishment has been in its red brick building since the 1890s, becoming a speak easy during prohibition-- no doubt to serve the hypocrisies of machine politicians-- and continues today.
Its old, red entrance door leads to a small, dark space that reminds my of a church or abbey. In dark wood the booths look like rustic pews in design; the wall are paneled the same; the restroom door seemed to lead to a confessional. Above, the only natural light glows through stain glass windows wrapping the space; they seem to show Tudor inspired scenes, save one with the image of a donkey and an elephant--the contestants of the boxing match theme of the place. No doubt this is the place where many deals were made in corrupting fumes of cigar smoke; one of many historical spaces that combine to be the real statehouse.
The most impressive item sat above the door. A huge, portrait oriented painting of a boxing scene that I suspect--hope--is a original (or even copy) George Bellows. It looks like one of his boxing set. A point-of-view from a ringside seat, in an illegal boxing venue of the early 1900s, it shows a pugilist knocking his opponent across the ropes. Even if not a Bellow, it still connects the two themes of the place in its religiously conspicuous spot.
I sat at the bar where the only server looked like a boxer just out from a spare. This is not a slam, as his torn clothing, five o'clock shadow, and punch- drunk demeanor seemed authentic for the pubs environment. He was helpful and gave great service.
The menu here is small and focused on hamburgers named after famed boxers: The Ali, Jack Dempsey, Oscar De La Hoya. These are your usual choices: Bleu Cheese, Red Pepper, BBQ. They have a mammoth 1.5 lbs "TKO", but that was too much for me. I selected a 1/2 pound Brown Bomber, a portabella topped patty with Swiss. The ground beef was of great quality, though it wasn't spice rubbed, it did have a classic burger taste. The mushrooms come with a glaze that was tasty. I added fries for a buck-and-a-pop; they were decent.The on-tap choices were two crafts; A Columbus Brew IPA and Elevator's Brown Nut. I chose a pint of Guinness. They also sell the full set of domestics and imports, as well as several local crafts by bottle. They make other bar staple food as well.
I ordered it well-done . . . sigh, there really needs to be a universal standard of what that means; here it means to 'charcoal' the outer shell. So take note if you want a step down. I think I will do that the next time.
They have a nice patio out front, and a basement I didn't venture down. This place certainly makes a great bugger, and provides an awesome place enough to attract me on further visits. I am excited to sample more of their menu. read more