Not what it used to be, and very pricey. If I'm going to pay $32 for a steak, I'd like to have it served on a plate, not on styrofoam which was immediately torn up after a few cuts with the steak knife. Back in the day, they used to use the heavier paper plates, and your steaks where cooked on the BBQ out on the back deck. Also, gone is roasting marshmallows outside around the fire, which was considered dessert. Oh well, things change but definitely not for better this time.
Review Source:5 stars if for no other reason than how unique the place is. Â Off in the mountains in a old mining village words cannot do justice to the scenery or the highly eccentric interior with thousands of signatures etched, burned and penned onto every wall.
5 stars also for the steaks. Â Served on styrofoam plate there is nothing fancy about them but they are huge and delicious as are the beans and mushrooms they come with. Â The corn was okay which is probably fair given that it is May.
Excellent steak, ridiculously huge portions, and a truly funky (perhaps slightly disturbing) atmosphere. Don't bother with anything but the steak, served on a double styrofoam plate that you'll still cut through, with a pile of tasty beans, delicious mushrooms (I heartily disagree with the other reviewer), a hunk of corn-on-the-cob, and a basket of rolls. Two people could easily split one meal, but I didn't, and I was distinctly uncomfortable, but sated, for the drive home.
On another visit with a large group, I was impressed by the timing of the kitchen. Despite our large group, with a huge variety of orders and temperatures, and their limited cooking facilities (I'm told that they cook on regular old homeowner-type gas grills), all of our food was correctly cooked and of the plates were brought out within a minute or two. That takes some skill.
If you're craving a big hunk of charred meat, the drive is quite pleasant, and worth it.
You all know I LOVE me some dead cow, so when Mr. Hottie told me we were going out for steak, I was in his truck, tongue hanging, tail wagging, and head out the window!!
We took a drive up into the mountains heading to Marysville House. I wasn't just promised a yummy steak, but CRAB LEGS as well! I swooned, but then said "Crab legs in the mountains? Are they fresh?" I would soon find out.
How come every restaurant in Montana is an old saloon? Dumb question, I know. We walked in to a really old, dark saloon type place. Allow your eyes to adjust before walking too much. On our left was a bar, on our right was a dining room. I was a tad turned off by the 'rustic' appearance of the place. I guess I was expecting more of a restaurant feel rather than a tavern feel, however, the food to follow more than made up for the lack of looks. We sat at a wooden table covered with checkered plastic table covering that was still kinda sticky. My eyes adjusted enough to see that guests before me had taken to carving their names all over the walls of the restaurant. I looked over the simple menu and ordered the rib steak and crab legs with ranch beans. We sat and waited a short while. It allowed more time for me to soak up the atmosphere... I almost gave the joint the famous 'Dottsy Z snub' which consists of an upturned nose and a sneer. Then...the FOOD arrived.
Oh lord... the food.... I would suggest the Marysville invest in some GLASS plates, but the food was delivered on Styrofoam plates...*sigh* that almost pushed me into full snub mode before I took my first bite. I think I heard an angel's choir singing when I took my first bite. Man can those Montana cooks make a steak! The meat had a nice charred sear to it and was good and rare in the middle. I ordered mushrooms to come with the steak, and I should not have. The mushrooms weren't very good. Just plain ol' mushrooms. The beans were very good. They were slightly sweet like baked beans, but over all had a smoky flavor to them. The crab legs were delivered just a little behind from the steak. MAN were they good. They were king crab legs served with drawn butter. It was SO very good!
I was reminded of my underlying motto for writing reviews during this visit: "Yes, yes but what did you think of the food?". I was ready to judge this place based on appearance alone. Now, I'm not saying one shouldn't take in to account if a rat runs over their foot or a roach is a dining partner during a visit to a restaurant, but I am saying if the place is old or a dark, wooden saloon, maybe give the food a fair shot.
I know my visit to Marysville was surprising and wonderful. I would return there in a heart beat, tail wagging again!