The most appropriate adjective for Sambo's Tavern is "quaint." The wood paneling on the walls features framed, age-yellowed newspaper articles about the tavern, along with several pushpin-tagged maps (some of which are old and must surely show Germany as a divided country) where visitors from afar can, and obviously have, commemorated their meal. Autographed portraits of NASCAR racers and persona hang prominently on the walls of the dining room.
Said dining room offers a panoramic view of the marsh and local waterfront where fishing or crabbing boats come and go. Whether they are supplying Sambo's seafood or by proximity giving the impression that they do (as some reviewers have alleged), I'm not sure. I do know that, as we were leaving one time, a seafood company delivery truck was unloading at the back, and a SYSCO truck was lined up right behind it, so it's a sure thing that at least some of the seafood is imported.
Regardless, the crab is of good quality, and the crab cakes are all meat and no filler - it's too bad they serve the latter on a soft, mass-produced potato roll, which takes the quality of that particular dish down a notch or two. Even toasting the roll might improve the meal, as would including lettuce and tomato with the sandwich gratis instead of charging an additional $.50 for it. I suppose the bit of tartar or cocktail sauce served with it is nice, though. Like Boondocks nearby, this place relies overly much on its deep fryer to make most food taste good - and, admittedly, much of it is tasty, in a manner that panders to the rural palate.
The fries are seasoned with Old Bay, as per local custom, and the hush puppies have a hint of onion in them. I've had crab bisque here that was middling at best. The drinks are nothing to write home about, either, as could be guessed by the fact that the tavern hangs Budweiser and Pabst Blue Ribbon signs out front. Even the Bloody Mary I ordered once was rather flavorless; I don't think they used anything as base as McCormick's, though...in fact, I don't think they used much of any vodka at all. On our last visit, the waitress didn't put in my side order of fries - I guess I'll have to be a bit more specific next time instead of saying "I'll have the exact same thing the previous person at my table ordered," which I had thought would've been self-explanatory.
I've heard that NASCAR racers visit the place regularly when they come into town - and the decor seems to lend veracity to this rumor. This occasional boost in business is probably what allows this place, set in a diminutive town on the edge of civilization, to stay in business. As much as those down-home folks may appreciate it, however, I'm not sure true foodies should make the trek. Food connoisseurs would do much better (both price- and taste-wise) going down to Pleasanton's nearby, buying the seafood fresh, and cooking it at home. read more