Every town has one, or ten. A place that has no sign out front, no Twitter page, no way to know it exists unless some tells you it's there. The only way a place is going to survive by shirking every kind of modern-day media is if it's AWESOME.
Rockaways Athletic Club is just one of those places. Known simply for it's bar food. Specifically, it's pimento cheeseburger and pimento cheese fries. It's the kind of place that isn't going to have fancy plasma televisions on the wall. (Oh, there are TVs, but they were inherited from the 90s.) But it's still the kind of place that is going to be slammed during any important game. Hell, it was a Tuesday, I still heard people losing their minds long before the sun went down. Columbia is one hell of a place.
Husband and I went to Rockaways with some of his work colleagues for the second game of the College World Series. Our beloved Gamecocks were looking to take home the title for a second year in a row against the hated Florida Gators.
Of course, Husband and I split a pimento cheeseburger and a large order of pimento fries. The pictures below are SERIOUSLY as good as they look.
It's greasy, it's cheesy, it's glorious. Nothing fancy, nothing pretentious, just fried, grilled goodness.
Needless to say, the Gamecocks brought home their second title (Go Cocks!), and Husband and I gained a couple of pounds.
The Breakdown:
The decor: Decor? What decor? There's a bar, a table, some chairs. Sit your ass down and order the cheeseburger already.
The food: Always the same, always delicious.
The wait staff: Quick and efficient. The way a good bar should be run. I still see the same waitress there I have been seeing since I've been here in 2003.
The drink: It's a dive bar. Beer and house liquor, stick with that.
The atmosphere: Down home. Regulars abound.
The price: Burger + cheese fries and several rounds of beers ran us about $35. Not too bad for four to five hours watching the game!
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