The Pour House

Two stars is a bit generous for he kitchen. The wait staff was friendly and efficient. My complaint is that the 3 times I have ordered food there in the last year, what was served to me was not what was presented in the menu description. The first time was a pasta dish with some sort of alfredo sauce and it came in a red sauce. Their resolution to this was bringing me a side of Alfredo. The second adventure involved a club sandwich and it came WITHOUT BACON??? The resolution to that was dis-​assembling my sandwich and bringing it back to me with bacon and cold fries. The 3^rd mishap was the finger steaks. I was under the impression that finger steaks would come in small strips that could be eaten with your fingers. (wiki defines finger steaks as 2 to 3 inches long by ½ inch wide) They cut an 8 oz steak into 3 pieces and covered it in BBQ sauce. Not finger food. The menu stated that it would be served with a horseradish dipping sauce which is why I ordered the meal. Unfortunately my «finger steaks» were covered in bbq sauce which gave me no option to enjoy my meal as I wanted to enjoy it. The thought of dipping bbq in horseradish, I find a bit gross. The menu said it was served «with choice of potato and horseradish dipping sauce». The guy I gave my dinner to said that the steaks were awesome. 3^rd time is a permanent failure for me and finally worth a negative review.

One star is more than The Pour House deserves. First impression: home town bar, locals hangout, could be cool.
Well, that is where the endearment ends. Our server, «Bo» was friendly at first but after she screwed up our orders (soup instead of salad), which came after the main course, she seemed to stop caring and never came back to our table. She never came back to refresh our drinks, yet served the tables around us. When the main course arrived (prime rib, green beans and baked potato), the potato and green beans were cold and meat warm.
After being ignored, I actually had to go to the bar to get our check and even then it was a struggle to get «Bo’s» attention. We left the money on the table and left. No tip, no thanks and never again.

Sometime you want a real tavern not a fern bar where the beer is ice cold, the food is down home and the crowd is racous. That would be the PourHouse.
This ain’t no bistro! It’s a tavern and if you like your drinks strong, the food the way «mama» made it and real people check it out…