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Offline Chris79

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This place I know
« on: December 18, 2020, 09:41:07 PM »
A while back I used to work in a particular Oklahoma Panhandle town. In this town there existed this steakhouse that exhibited a half John Wayne half Mad men vibe. I would often belly up to the bar there every Saturday evening to have a few beers, a steak, and to chew the fat with the locals and every so often with the owner. The clientele of this establishment was unique in its own right, you had real deal cowboys, rough neck oil workers, farmers, and contractors like myself, needless to say interesting conversation was not overly difficult to find. This place had a phenomenal dry aged ribeye that was reasonably priced, 22$ for 14 oz if memory serves. Now about one year or so after I moved there a new restaurant opened up called caktus jacks, yes it was spelled that way. Now the chow was not as good, the prices were a bit cheaper but not significantly so, I patronized that establishment not necessarily for the food or drink but more or less to admire the rear portion of a particular attractive bar tender. Now this was around 2007 or so, probably around mid 08 I would go to this Particular establishment on a Saturday night, on my way there I would drive by Caktus Jacks which was only 1/4 mike from where I lived at the time, now Caktus jacks would have a full lot and was hoping, Eddies would be at best half full. Those whom patronized Eddies at this time were mostly older cowboy/rancher types plus myself. Later on that year I got moved up to Waford city North Dakota and worked up there until September of 2009. In October of that year I was sent back down to Oklahoma to finalize that particular project. By then, an Applebee’s of all things opened up while I was gone. On my last night there, I took two of my hands out to Eddies for a nice steak and some bourbon, Caktus jacks and Applebee’s were jamming and the only other people at Eddies were a highly inebriated Eddy himself, and drunk old Widower, and us three. Two weeks ago I just happens to drive trough that Panhandle town on the way from Amarillo to Omaha and good ole Eddies was shut, and looks to have been Shut for quite a while.


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Offline FESS67

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Re: This place I know
« Reply #1 on: December 19, 2020, 12:40:13 AM »
All that proves mate is we are getting older and those things once familiar are no longer there.  It is not right nor wrong it is just the march of time.

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Re: This place I know
« Reply #2 on: December 19, 2020, 03:06:39 AM »
there's a mexican place by where I used to work.  it had at least 7 different owners as they kept going out of business somebody would by it and restart.

I have never had a bad meal there even thru the different owners.  great meals at a fair price.  problem is there is only 3 parking spaces, so customers are limited.  2 places nearby with food not as great, but they have more parking still making money.

crap happens.


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Re: This place I know
« Reply #3 on: December 21, 2020, 11:00:07 AM »
A while back I used to work in a particular Oklahoma Panhandle town. In this town there existed this steakhouse that exhibited a half John Wayne half Mad men vibe. I would often belly up to the bar there every Saturday evening to have a few beers, a steak, and to chew the fat with the locals and every so often with the owner. The clientele of this establishment was unique in its own right, you had real deal cowboys, rough neck oil workers, farmers, and contractors like myself, needless to say interesting conversation was not overly difficult to find. This place had a phenomenal dry aged ribeye that was reasonably priced, 22$ for 14 oz if memory serves. Now about one year or so after I moved there a new restaurant opened up called caktus jacks, yes it was spelled that way. Now the chow was not as good, the prices were a bit cheaper but not significantly so, I patronized that establishment not necessarily for the food or drink but more or less to admire the rear portion of a particular attractive bar tender. Now this was around 2007 or so, probably around mid 08 I would go to this Particular establishment on a Saturday night, on my way there I would drive by Caktus Jacks which was only 1/4 mike from where I lived at the time, now Caktus jacks would have a full lot and was hoping, Eddies would be at best half full. Those whom patronized Eddies at this time were mostly older cowboy/rancher types plus myself. Later on that year I got moved up to Waford city North Dakota and worked up there until September of 2009. In October of that year I was sent back down to Oklahoma to finalize that particular project. By then, an Applebee’s of all things opened up while I was gone. On my last night there, I took two of my hands out to Eddies for a nice steak and some bourbon, Caktus jacks and Applebee’s were jamming and the only other people at Eddies were a highly inebriated Eddy himself, and drunk old Widower, and us three. Two weeks ago I just happens to drive trough that Panhandle town on the way from Amarillo to Omaha and good ole Eddies was shut, and looks to have been Shut for quite a while.

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Re: This place I know
« Reply #4 on: December 23, 2020, 11:35:47 AM »
  Reminds me of this place called "The Old Time Tavern". Many a Christmas party or wedding was held there and the food reasonable. It seems there is no thought of history as these warm places are torn down to make way for cold buildings.
   There's nothing like walking into an old pub, the creaking floor the smell of real wood exposed beams and usually a colorful chap behind the bar that loves his job.  :cheers:
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