One star for being in Booneville. Â One more star for an awesome selection of beers, tapped and bottled. Â
The food: abismal. Â I ordered a cheeseburger (medium) after finding out they were out of fish and chips. Â The hubby ordered the pulled pork sandwich. Â My cheeseburger was just like Jeff P. described: well done, hunk of herbed meatloaf on a bun. Â It was either over mixed, once frozen, or both. Â My husband's pulled pork sandwich was greasy, oily and looked spicy but apparently that was just for asthetics because it was relatively flavorless. Â We were both served great heaping sides of Ore-Ida Golden Crispy Fries, which I could have bought out of my grocer's freezer.
They almost get a third star for their crushed ice. Close, but no cigar.
VERY great meal after a couple of Anderson Valley samples down the road. Â We had a pulled pork sandwich and some garlic fries, both of which were very simply perfect. Â Garlic fries are tough for me -- usually they are so oily that they make me queasy. Â The garlic on these babies was freshly grated and naked of oil, so the fries stayed crisp and yummy. Â I sang their praises to everyone in earshot.
There's a tempting deck outside, but it was too chilly, so we sat at the bar and watched the game. Â Nice-guy bartender didn't treat us like the dummy tourists that we were, gave me a nice pour of wine. Â And the price was shockingly low. Â
Wish we had one of these in Oakland...
This is America.  In America, we eat burgers.  By the time one reaches a certain age (perhaps 5) one can generally anticipate what one will get when ordering a burger.  I have now been proved wrong.  I ordered a burger and what I got tasted akin to the worst meatloaf I have ever been served.  It was shockingly chock full of herbs and garlic and didn't  taste like a burger at all.  Like a 5 year old, I ran to the bathroom and spit that shit out.
******UPDATE****** Â If you post a not-so-happy review such as mine you may get a really nasty e-mail from them such as I did.
Perhaps I should preface this review by saying that before arriving at the Ox, I did my fair share of beer tasting down the road on an empy stomach, a very bad idea indeed.
I didn't actually eat here, but the waitstaff was very polite when I stumbled out shortly after ordering. The front steps are a nice place to barf and the fish n chips reheated nicely when I was recovering back at my hotel.