by Leah R. on
We decided that we'd get one last bbq meal before heading out to Vegas for an extended weekend. Haven't had Salt Lick for a while but had fond memories (of the atmosphere at least, maybe not as much the food itself), so we gave this a try. The people at the counter were in a horribly foul mood, and it was way overpriced (but hey, it's the airport, it's expected), but it was a perfectly adequate chopped beef sandwich. The bread and meat were great, I was a little sad there was no pickles (besides spears) and onions (at all) offered, the little side of BBQ wasn't enough, there were no drink refills on the teeny tiny cup, and the potato salad was meh. With all of it's faults, I was really happy I had choices besides mcdonalds and I got on my plane full and happy.
by Cornelia Hamming on
This place surprised me as I was waiting for Anchor Room to open next door, I popped in for a couple pints and some tv on the tv. They do have food, there are tables alongside the left and one larger table in the back by the kitchen. The bartenders here have a lot of fun themselves, it was nice to see. The Irish lass was incredibly pretty. The crowd was basically a couple groups of girls and younger folk, mixed with the regular crowd of older sportsmen, one of whom I think was the owner, because he was drinking like no tomorrow and kept cheering on Yao Ming on the telly. "YEAH YAO, YAO MING........OH COME ON......YAO!!!!!" loved it. My biggest problem with the place however, was that the music was LAME. well maybe not lame, just a bit pedestrian, suburban, a little too suburban. Case in point, Dave Matthews Band. Do you ever hear it in bars in the city? No. What did I hear last night? "Crush". If I wanted to wear a hemp necklace with my Grateful Dead tie dye, sandals, cargo shorts, ruffled baseball cap, slightly unkempt blonde hair, etc. etc., I'd go upstate. Some more songs: Journey of course, plus Don Maclean, I mean the list of just heartbreakers just kept going. They piled on the cliches like bats pile dung in caves.