The Winner's Circle Saloon & Grille

Service, fried catfish and wings were okay, but plates were small. That's what you can expect for a place out of nowhere. Not a Guy Fieri recommendation there.

Have you ever had a "movie moment" in your life? Well I had one here. A bunch of city kids from Philadelphia had headed out to Grantville for a wedding and the after party was happening at this "happening" joint. Drunkenly we stumbled from one hotel to the other, paid our cover, and entered a world so foreign to us it's amazing we were able to keep our cool.

Like a scene out of a movie it felt like the girls walked in, and with that the record screeched and everyone stopped and stared. Did that really happen? No. But a number of gentlemen clad in plaid did tip their stetson's in our direction, the word "darlin'" was floating around quite a bit, and a country singer by the name of Lenny was sitting at the bar with a glass of whiskey flicking off Kyle Busch as he took part in a NASCAR interview. One of the ladies of the bunch muttered "I'm in my own personal hell, I knew it existed, but I never thought this would be it." I on the other hand kind of dug it and grabbed the groom for a few shots at the bar. "When in Rome...:" right?

So "Rich Springfield" starts playing up on stage and everyone's going nuts, I mean the dancing going on here was absolutely outrageous. I just thought that line dancing meant that the dance fell to a certain beat in a song and everyone would just kind of fall in suit dancing along. Oh no no, on the contrary it was made known to me that every single song has it's own dance. That just boggled my mind, I mean, I know the Macarena and on occasion I'll get down with the Electric Slide, but this was nothing less than hardcore...it was actually enthralling.

I can't comment on the food, but I can say that the drinks were made with love and the employees were so friendly and nice...I mean almost to a fault. Even when the groom's brother-in-law hit his brick wall and looked like he was about to puke everywhere, two gentlemen helped the groom carry him out to the car and made sure he had a glass of water for the road.  

Strange as it seems, for an environment so far removed from that of the Philadelphia bar scene, this was one of the more entertaining and memorable of my nights out with some of my best friends. Would I visit again? Well, I don't exactly see myself in the Harrisburg area again for anything other than MAYBE a trip to Hershey, if that were to happen I would absolutely stop back here on a Saturday night.

I ate 6 meals here in three days during a work convention. The food was always well prepared and the servers were very friendly. My favorite two dishes were the stuffed chicken breast and the grilled by strip smothered in onions mushrooms and blue cheese. I normally loathe anything peanut butter. But the peanut butter pie here is to die for. Great breakfasts too. I like the cinnamon roll French toast.