Bojo's Grill & Sports Club

My gf and I stopped in for lunch before we did the "touristy" standing on the corner stuff. The place is not very clean, there was shredded cheese on the seats of the booth an the table was very sticky. One good thing I can say about this café is the salsa is very good.

There are mounted deer/elk/moose/ect all over the café and its decently inviting looking on the inside although if taxidermy is not your thing you won't like this place. Like I said, they bring you chips and salsa to start which was the highlight of the lunch. In retrospect, this should have told me I should order Mexican food. (the café is Mexican and American). I got a beer on tap which was refreshing. Then I ordered the club sandwich and onion rings. I was really craving a club sandwich but I should have known I was not going to get the quality I was looking for. It wasn't terrible though, I ate most of it. The onion rings were ok and they brought out ranch to dip them in without asking so props to that. The gf ordered fish n chips. I didn't try them but the looked really greasy.

If your in Winslow to stand on the corner, and you're looking for a place to eat lunch downtown, you don't have very many options. This place does the job I guess...

While stopping in Winslow to be nerdy picture taking tourists we stopped for a drink.  This restaurant was right across from "the corner" so it was easy to just walk over for a drink and a bathroom break.  The restaurant looked pretty busy and since we just wanted some beer we sat at the bar.  The bartender and local sitting at the bar were both very friendly.  They only had a few beers on tap, the usual but also one local AZ beer which was good.  They served us chips and salsa while we drank, not sure if they make the salsa in house but it sure was good.

My husband and I were directed here by a local for lunch, as we were passing through town.  We arrived around 3pm on a Thursday afternoon and it wasn't busy in the bar.  After looking at the expansive menu, the Navajo Steak Sandwich really caught our eyes, so that it what we both ordered.  The old waitress/bartender gave us high praise for our order and assured us that we had made the right choice.  I'm thinking that the waitress/bartender is bat-sh*t crazy or something got lost in translation when we placed our order, but we both ended up with a dry, undressed steak sitting open-faced on toasted white Wonder bread - a far cry from the menu description of the Navajo Steak Sandwich.  Being a card-carrying Native American myself, I'm pretty sure the Navajo would weep with what we were presented.  

First of all, I DO NOT EAT WHITE WONDER BREAD, second of all, WTF?!?  It seemed that a ruckus may have ensued if we had tried to send out plates back, as several (what appeared-to-be locals) had arrived and proceeded to drink heavily and become somewhat boisterous.  We were so confused and hungry at that point, we just hung our head in defeat, ate and left.

The good things about this place:  1) the women's bathroom was clean and 2) a new joke was born, "it ain't no Navajo steak sandwich, but . . ."