B.J.’s Bar and Grill

As I walked in the door I was not surprised to be standing, waiting in anticipation for my name to be called. The lobby area, with seats filled to the brim, I found a small plot of floor in which I declared my own, making sure to keep the doors from hitting my backside as eager patrons come and go with a whirl. I'm sure this will be rectified as they move to there new place. After my small victory with the door my name is called.

I was maneuvered through a labyrinth of tables where I was promptly seated by the gracious but frenzied host. Shortly after my swift arrival I was soon drinking a large frosty weizen style glass, full of Sam Adams. Life is good once more.

Not even halfway through my suds, my salad came. There ranch dressing is in a league all its own. I never get over the color. I think of out-dated blue wall paper, you know, the type of blue found on 57’ Chevy Bel Air. The taste of this rich and creamy condiment nicely compliments the cold crisp iceberg lettuce. Nice!

After sopping up the remnants of my salad with club crackers, I was soon breathing in a plateful of goodness, the Blackened Prim Rib. The spices from it opened my sinuses making my beer taste that much better. Another beer please! The dark brown jacket of rub on my prime rib, sealing in all that flavor and juices, immediately ran over onto my lonely baked potato as I cut into it. Who needs the aju sauce? It was seasoned with the right amount everything. Too many times have I eaten blackened cuts of animal protein, only to leave my mouth in flames. Many restaurants use too much Cajun and chili powder, with the black pepper corn as course as gravel. I know there’s going to be purists out there saying, “That’s not the way to eat prime rib… Why ruin a good piece of meat? You can’t taste the meat with all that crap on it?’ If you have a good cut of meat and you enjoy spicy food, as long as it’s seasoned correctly, you can’t go wrong, so I don't want to hear it.

I could talk about my lonely backed potato but a potato is what it is, a starchy side order that goes hand in hand with a good piece of meat. And for vegetables? I didn’t select any for fear it would do my body good.

The service was great. It seemed like every time there was a half-filled glass or empty platter, there was some kid swooshing out of nowhere asking if I needed anything else. The only displeasing spectacle was a young overzealous busboy with his britches lower than I would prefer to see. Over all, I enjoyed my meal. It was exactly what I came to do, drink a couple of beers, eat a great prime rib, and soak in the great atmosphere of B.J.’s Bar and Grill.

Hey buddy, pull up your trousers.