Tiny's is great. A total shithole dive bar with great food and a loud, fun atmospere. The place has probably been here forever, and isn't going anywhere anytime soon. It is loud, filled with drunk people looking for a good time, and is the kind of place I would frequent if I lived in Billings. The Cajun wings are awesome, and the pizza is pretty good too.
Review Source:The food is greasy and and a bit salty but very filling and not too expensive. It's really just truck stop food in a working mans sports bar. The bartenders are a tad surly but what would you expect dealing with this crowd. All you can eat chicken day is a good value for those counting their dollars. Simply fire down a couple more salads in the days after to clean out your arteries. So no worries. I can't give it more then two stars based on my idea of good food but I still go there every now and then.
Review Source:Wow. Â I used to come here all the time and it was fabulous. Â Well, maybe I just used to come here to drink years ago in college. Â In my ripe old age, I returned to my home town to eat more, drink less. Â I wasn't impressed. Â I was in town for a week and came for lunch twice. Â
Lunch #1: I saw there was a bacon mushroom burger on the menu and that sounded good so I asked if they could skip the bacon and add cheese. Â I was craving a mushroom swiss burger. Â The waitress said sure, no problem. Â The burger itself wasn't bad, but the mushrooms were from out of a can and the cheese was processed. Â I'm sure it came as a single slice right out of it's little own individual plastic wrapper. Â
Lunch #2: First you are wondering why in the world I would come back. Â Well, it wasn't my decision. I waited for the server to bring us menus after she took our drink order. Oh yeah, the drink order: I asked if the iced tea was brewed there and she seemed really confused by this question. Â I tried to dumb it down, and asked if the tea came from the gun (you know- restaurant lingo) or from a pot. Â Still-deer in headlights. Â So I just ordered the damn tea. Â Of course, it tasted like ash tray sludge. Â She then stood there impatiently to take our orders. Â I looked at her, she looked at me. Â I said nothing and she seemed irritated by this. Â After what seemed eons later, she finally spoke. Â "What are you going to have?" in a monotone. Â I smiled and said, I don't know, maybe a menu would help? Â She scurried away and took an unusually long time to come back with probably the easiest item to bring when serving lunch. Yes, it was possible to order something worse than a fake mushroom swiss burger. Â Because I did. Â They had a philly cheesesteak on the menu and it was advertised that the bun came from what I assumed some local bakery. Â I thought if they were proud enough to advertise it, it must be good. Â The meat came as overcooked crumbles, and again, the processed cheese was just that. Â As for the bun, it might have been good at one point maybe a week earlier, but when I picked up my sandwich it seemed to crumble and disintegrate in my hands. Â After three times picking it up it was toast. Â No pun intended. Â I decided to pick at the meat since it was no longer a sandwich but I couldn't do it. Â Still very hungry, I ate the cole slaw. Â Not bad slaw, but at this point I may have just passed the "everything is relative" stage.