Tim's review: Way out in Ballwin, this little Mardi
Gras themed dive bar seems completely out of place. I'm actually
really not that familiar with eateries around Ballwin, but for some
reason I was a little thrown off when I walked in. Maybe it was
because this place seemed a little too lively considering it was not
even noon and the drinks were going down so easy. I think I was rubbing
the sleep out of my eyes when I saw the bartender pour a shot a jager,
then set it down behind the bar. I'm pretty sure she poured it for
herself! Hey, whatever it takes to help you get through the day.
So the slinger gets dropped of in front
us. It's a pretty good looking pile of crap with all the standards:
over easy eggs, burger patty, potatoes, chili and cheese. The
potatoes might be some of the most memorable on the entire tour.
Perfectly cooked with just the right amount flavor. Unfortunately, the
potatoes can't save the rest of this tasteless pile. I'd like to forget that
I ever ate the burger that was underneath this mess. This was one of
those burger patties that, after a couple bites, I just have to start
eating around it because it just ruins everything else. Less than
halfway through this plate, I'm only picking out the potatoes. As
good the as these potatoes were, the rest of this plate is kind of a
failure.
Needless to say, I'll probably never be
back. If I need a taste of Mardi Gras covered in chili, I know a
couple good places in Soulard that'll treat me right.
Tony's Review: Welcome to Ballwin, MO home of every chain restaurant in the world, families galore and Bones French Quarter the headquarters for every aunt in the world that still parties. We were there on a weekend morning, before noon, and this place was full of 50 year old so and sos geting drunk as hell and putting everyone under 30 to shame. Clearly Tim and I were the biggest pussies in the bar.
After a pretty long wait the troff is set down and I'm instantly impressed with the amount of MELTED cheese on this thing. I then noticed all of the beans hanging out on the plate, pretty sure they were pinto beans and they tasted quite delightful, little did I know at the time that they were the only good thing about the chili. And by chili I mean all of the liquid watery juice that was making everything watery and that didn't offer a whole lot to the plate. Tim is right in the fact that the potatoes were the star of the show. And definitely the first boiled, red potatoes that we've had on the tour but it totally worked on this style of slinger. Another cool thing Bones did was throw in some homemade potato chips which confused me at first since I didn't know what the hell it was but once you figured it out it was pure crisp city. The burger on the slinger was a joke, for some reason they thought it was a good idea to chop this thing up so you which was a great idea if you want to serve a burger with zero flavor.
If you're hanging out in Ballwin on the reg like my friend Sara or my main man Steve John (yes that's a real name) you probably love Bones French Quarter with their Flamin' Dr. Pepper drinks and beads year round. This ins't the worst slinger in the world and it's probably one the best you'll find in Ballwin but for everyone else there is no need to drive this far to eat pretty good potatoes and garbage everything else.
After a pretty long wait the troff is set down and I'm instantly impressed with the amount of MELTED cheese on this thing. I then noticed all of the beans hanging out on the plate, pretty sure they were pinto beans and they tasted quite delightful, little did I know at the time that they were the only good thing about the chili. And by chili I mean all of the liquid watery juice that was making everything watery and that didn't offer a whole lot to the plate. Tim is right in the fact that the potatoes were the star of the show. And definitely the first boiled, red potatoes that we've had on the tour but it totally worked on this style of slinger. Another cool thing Bones did was throw in some homemade potato chips which confused me at first since I didn't know what the hell it was but once you figured it out it was pure crisp city. The burger on the slinger was a joke, for some reason they thought it was a good idea to chop this thing up so you which was a great idea if you want to serve a burger with zero flavor.
If you're hanging out in Ballwin on the reg like my friend Sara or my main man Steve John (yes that's a real name) you probably love Bones French Quarter with their Flamin' Dr. Pepper drinks and beads year round. This ins't the worst slinger in the world and it's probably one the best you'll find in Ballwin but for everyone else there is no need to drive this far to eat pretty good potatoes and garbage everything else.
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