This place looks like it’s been around since the mining ages.
Behind it’s carnival-painted walls is a dimly lit den, illuminated only by the soft glow of candle light, heat lamps and Budweiser signs. This place reminds me of a hunter’s refuge, if I knew what a hunter’s layer looked like. The red checkered table cloths - the touch of a mountain man’s wife.
Corned beef on a sourdough roll is what I came for, and corned beef on a roll is exactly what I got. Corned beef, buffalo stew, a side of baked beans, potato salad and a few bites of my girlfriends pastrami too. That is all.
Though SF’s competing hofbrau, Lefty O’Douls may pour the best bloody mary in town, Tommy’s holds the higher hand for the hungry. And the prices here are amazing. Each sandwich, carved to order from their repective roast, costs a whole whopping $6. The buffalo stew ($8.50) was melt-in-my-mouth good. I could use a pot of this stuff at my bedside.
I’ll be back.