Shamus T. Bones in Eureka says it’s “BBQ so good you’ll wanna slap your mamma!” Well, that might be true if you want to slap your mom for serving you overpriced food served by girls with fake hair, too much makeup and pants a size too small. The steakhouse that sits on a rejuvenated piece of property near the Bayshore Mall might serve the best Arnold Palmer in Humboldt County, but it certainly doesn’t make up for the rest of the negatives.
The restaurant, located behind the Best Western Bayshore Inn facing Humboldt Bay, sits on a spot once occupied by Corky Cornwell’s Redwood Coast Cellular. On a sunny spring evening, seated at a table for two in the back, my husband and I could see fisherman returning from a day on the ocean and couples walking on the revitalized trail area of the waterfront that was once home to vagrants and druggies. It seemed that this area of town was looking up. A family restaurant that seemed to have found the ideal location and, if friends were to be believed, BBQ that was really so good I would want to slap somebody. However, when does good food become more than what you see on the dinner plate?
My husband and I both ordered steak dinners; he had a sirloin steak and I had a rib eye. We each chose two sides to accompany the entree and ordered green salads as a way to start the meal. The steaks were cooked to our individual specifications and were delicious. The salads were appropriately sized and included a spring mix of lettuce along with garbanzo beans, crumbled cheese, shredded carrots and cherry tomatoes. Overall the food was good. But there were a few things I have issues with.
Our two sides, which were supposed to be identical (mashed potatoes and grilled corn) were not. One of use received this while the other received mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. Secondly, the mashed potatoes weren’t your everyday ordinary foodstuff. No problem. I get that this is a steakhouse/barbecue restaurant. But they had an odd taste and were filled with chives. Next, when my husband requested steak sauce, he was told they didn’t have any. None. No brand whatsoever. There was, however, their own bottled brand of barbecue sauce sitting on the table. When we were nearing the end of our meal and a small box had been requested for the rest of my steak, the waitress asked two or three times if we were sure we didn’t want dessert. I’ve said no once AND twice. Can we have the check please?
When we had paid and all was said and done, we had spent $70 on the meal. I have no problem spending this much if the meal is worth it. Sadly though, I left feeling like the high price was in order to help pay for the shiny new building decked out in dozens of deer, moose, elk and sheep heads. Everything was clean and looked well taken care of. But for $70, I would have liked to at least had my order served correctly from someone who wasn’t wearing bedazzled-butt jeans a size too small and too much makeup.
Will I go back to this restaurant? I doubt it. A friend claims her husband makes better barbecue in their ugly old drum smoker. And although I’ve never tasted a meal cooked by her husband, I’m inclined to believe she is probably right.
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