On a lonesome Wednesday evening 2 compadres and I ventured out where men are men, and sheep are scared; Prescott.
With a rumble in our guts we rolled into Nick's Restaurant, mostly motivated by the letters "L.L.B.O".
I had the culinary delight of the Virginia Ham Steak w/ canned pineapples. It also was served with coined steamed carrots which are perfect for flicking at your buddies after you've put back 8 Coors Light (served very cold, I might ad).
My two partners in crime each had bacon cheeseburgers, that's because they're dating. Dissapointed at Ethipoian hamburger patties they soaked their burgers in the accompanying luke warm gravy.
Kudo's to the staff for dealing with us and allowing pictures with their rad wolf pictures. By the time I left I think the amount of servers multiplyed, or maybe I was seeing double. I bought a poppy becasue I like to think I'm a good person.
They had sweet beer mugs, too. something-something-something Prescott 1975. I took one. I'm pretty sure it's rolling around in the back of my buddies truck among a sea of beer cans.
Great wholesome establishment. Would go back if allowed.
