I tried a place last night that I am psyched to review. I won't give out the name, but it is close to The Mushroom cocktail lounge, which, sadly, looked like it has closed down.
Crap, King Tuff is playing Bows when I'm outta town. Oh well, I'm happy for Bows and Clay, who booked it. Harlows was such a rager I doubt it could be topped. But I really am soooo bummed. Have fun at it, rest-of-the-world.
Don't forget that TV dinner!! Buy tickets at the link that's listed!! Mike T. really wants his friends to be there most of all!
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I'm not convinced The Mushroom was closed. We didn't try the door. The restaurant looked closed on first approach too. Maybe they just do things differently in that hood.
The Mushroom's yelp is bumpin' http://www.yelp.com/biz/mushroom-lounge-sacramento
I think I know what place you reviewed. If so, I wonder if you tried the monkfish. I got it in a soup, and the soup was great, but the fish was really difficult. What a weird fish. It's like 90% bones! There were also little globe-like pods of seeds floating the soup which were really strange. They were like steroid-puffed cardamom pods that ballooned to the size of a cherry tomato. When they'd rupture, they'd unleash a lotta pressure, but also so much flavor.
Notice anything funny about that Yelp page for the Mushroom? It's showing up as if it's in West Sac on Southport Parkway. Good thing there's Yelp page for the Mushroom which has its correct address on S. Port Dr. in Rosemont.
So you wouldn't recommend the monkfish, sounds like. I'm going to visit again, so I need to try more stuff. I want to try one of the cold salads and maybe one of the dinners for two or something. They also have signs up everywhere for mackerel and I love mackerel.
Farting seed pods? Now I've heard everything!
Restaurant is H Salt Fish & Chips if anyone's wondering.
-miller
spoiler alert!
I can't believe I've never eaten there! P.S. don't forget the "esaquire" in the name. I never ate at the Earl of Sandwich, either, Sacramento's other food royalty. Here's some info from the H. Salt website about their "non-greasy" fish and chips
The H. Salt Story
Haddon Salt operated his fish and chips store in Skegness, in the northeastern corner of England, as his father had before him. Americans passing through were taken by the taste of Salt's "non-greasy" fish & chips.
Persuaded by the American enthusiasm for his fish, he and his wife Grace came to the United States and opened their first shop in Sausalito, California, under the name of "Salt's Fish & Chips." The year was 1965.
The shop prospered and others soon wanted to get into the business. Salt trained the new owners on how to prepare and serve fish and chips himself. Interest was high. Soon after he thought about franchising.
Change In Name
Although the shops were successful, the name Salt's Fish & Chips was not right. When Haddon consulted an advertising firm, it was suggested that he use the initial of his first name an add "Esq." for an English touch. The name of the new operation became "H. Salt, Esq. Authentic English Fish and Chips."
you can apply for a franchise on the website. who's with me? maybe we can put it in the marrs building
http://hsalt.com/Franchise_01.htm
oh man, we gotta go to the mushroom lounge. mopar orange fireplace! the bathroom looks gnarly
hold everything: a yelp said that a group headed there on new year's eve (WTF #1) and the Mushroom Lounge was charging a $20 cover (WTF #2)
I like the Yelp reviewer who called it a great dive bar but reduced the rating by a star due to sketchy people hanging outside & the inside being dingy. Aren't those things requirements for a place to be a dive bar?
VIP bottle service at the Mushroom is the best in the city. IMHO of course.
-miller
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! They have bottle service? I just found out what that is this summer. We should all go get it, with Grey Goose of course.
There is a tier of Yelpers with the "Elite" badge (not all of us) who are like a cliquish pack of dogs who like to sniff each other's butts. They get high off each other. They have a rather grid-centric viewpoint, and to me, they are very much a part of how the definition of term "dive bar" started to evolve. Or devolve. Or revolve around their own grasp of the concept of irony commodity-fetishism. They seem to think they've patented the new definition wherein dive bars are cool places to hang out at if this Yelposcenti get kowtow'd to, but if the locals somehow make them feel unwelcome, that turns into a scathing review.
Speaking of bottle service, would it be fun to read an article about Sacramento's most sought after Veblen goods? Call it "Vers le bas avec le Janky!"
-diderot?
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