732 2nd Street
Webster City, IA 50595
Hamilton County
Phone: (515) 832-9816
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by Tatyana Fracassa on On a recent weekend trip to Philly, I managed to visit Grace Tavern twice and sample 2 different burgers...so I feel highly qualified to write this review. The first time we went in was about 8:30 on a Friday night. Grace Tavern was humming and there was a great feel to the place. I definitely had local-watering-hole-envy. I'm not sure if it's the best bar in Philly, but I can see how it made the top of somebody's list. We ordered a variety of burgers (1 with cheddar and mushrooms, 1 with bleu cheese and sauteed onions, 1 with swiss, tomato, lettuce and red onion), served on a buttery bun with garlicky mayo. All were delicious -- Definitely several notches above typical pub food. I was particularly excited to learn that the house specialty was crispy, spicy green beans. Is there another bar on the planet that can claim that as the house specialty?! What a great snack food! (I should also mention that the french fries were quite good.) They had a great selection of beers on tap and quirky bartenders/waiters who managed to handle the large Friday night crowd with relative ease. My second visit was for Sunday lunch. On a sunny fall day, Grace Tavern felt a little dark and depressing inside -- but that's my fault for going to a bar for Sunday lunch. My real complaint is that the wait for our burgers and tuna sandwich was RIDICULOUS (one hour plus) considering almost no one was in there. It obviously makes sense to visit this place at normal-bar-times when they're fully staffed.
by gaby p. on On saturdays theres better looking people but more tourists and celebs and on the weekdays they let pretty much everyone in lol..the music is good, the place is decorated nicely,and theres clean bathrooms!
by Michael P. on I have the bladder of a small child. Alcohol runs straight through me. I've been like this all my life (or at least since I started drinking). So when I gotta go, I gotta go. After my second drink the feeling hit. But I knew that if I left the dinner room they wouldnt let me back in, so going back out to the bathroom was out of the question. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the white curtain where the servers were exiting and entering and figured there'd have to be a bathroom there, or at least a dimly lit, moldy corner. Leaving the comfort of female company and the plushiness of the bed, I made the decision to sneak backstage. Hurdling over the appropriately named Leggy Laura B. was only half the battle. And that was just the left leg. I finally got to the curtain and surreptitiously worked my way backstage to find a John, all the while tripping over weird misplaced objects like hula hoops and platinum wigs. Each tinkle bought a newfound sense of relief, as if this was the first time I'd ever done this. But before I could zip and dip one of their trannie heroine-chic servers accosted me in full-lisp mode. "You kno yous knot supposes ta be bak here boy." His boy, the wiry one with the crazy hair and the runny make-up had his flank, and flashed a menacing glare. "Oh, I just started working here", lying my ass off. "I been here three years and aint eva seen you. You shouldnt be back here." Visions of a twisted, reverse Deliverance scenario played out in mind. Would this be my undoing? Getting hog-tied and pigstuck by these two chodes? I recalled the wisdom of my martial arts master, "These kinda guys, theyre fast and wiry, with excellent upper body strength." I decided to play it easy, cause either way a confrontation would lead to an embarrassing situation. On the way back I met a pornstar and talked about Veronica Mars with Maria D. But by the time I sat down, I had to go again.
