Seattle >Rimrock Steakhouse
Great Dive, Great Music.
Stopped in Thu nite to hear the Freddy James Band. Freddy is simply awesome with an old Hammond B-3 and a couple of Gen-U-Ine Leslie speaks. Sax and drums to back him up.
Drinks are great, waitress friendly, and the steak sand fights you back. The decor is full of Xmas lights and similar kitsch. If you want a dive, come here. It is GREAT. If you are a prissy effete snob, PLEASE go elsewhere.
Rimrock Steakhouse---forgetaboutit. My wife and I dined at the Rimrock on Feb. 01, 2007. The waitresses were nice; that's all I can say on the plus side. The portions were small, and my $22.00 T-Bone was a sad joke; very tough and definitely not 16 ounces as advertised. It was a pretty good place to dine a few years ago, but Connie, the current owner, is cutting too many corners. Save your money.
The assault on the senses begins when you walk in the door.
Went here for breakfast this morning and it was dire. The decor: christmas lights woven into spider webs compete with these terrible red and white polka dot lampshades (which are situated such that when seated at a table you are still looking at a bare CFL) -- a different white on red polka dot curtain trails along the sideboard. Badly executed faux native american headdresses in glass make this place look almost as trashy as the hobo sign engraved on the wood panneling. The ceiling is littered with playing cards people have signed and taped up -- the effect is rather spoiled by the water-damage making them appear to be spattered in bodily waste-- an effect which is underscored by the smell of the place.
Saw the "please seat yourself" sign and snagged a couple of menus -- then got yelled at for taking lunch menus at breakfast. Sat down and waited... And waited... When the menu came it was impossible to read being done up in random colors and scattered with "quotation" "marks" around the "strangest" things. I ended up ordering the "Grilled" Steak and Eggs.
And waited. And waited. And waited. The place was not busy, ours was the only order in at the time and it took forever for one special and one steak and eggs to come up. When it came, well... There is good greasy spoon food and there is bad greasy spoon food. This was the latter kind. My eggs were not cooked to order, the steak was glistening in oil and tough as shoe leather. The hash browns were harmless enough. The coffee was revolting (that "cheap coffee tart green taste"). My wife had the "Joes Special" (ordered blind since they don't say what's in anything on the menu...) and I tried a bite -- not bad but not something I'd order myself.
Between the rude waittress, the noise, smell, decor, and bleah food I will never be going back...
Let me be honest and say I'm not reviewing the steaks, but the bar. This was like a blast from the past from 1982. Unfortunately, as well as the bar being like a blast from the past that never changed, I don't think the clientele or the employees ever changed either. They all seemed to know each other and I could imagine them all being "cool cats" back in the day that all just never changed and kept frequenting the same bar all their lives. I was kind of creeped out the 2 times I went in there, but the food might be good.
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