Hurricane Creek Saloon- Downtown Melbourne 2 Stars
"We have a choice: to plow new ground or let the weeds grow"- Westover.
Hurricane Creek Saloon is a fun, open atmosphere that is inviting and pleasant. The service and hostess staff are accommodating , kind and knowledgeable. From a service standpoint this throwback to the Honkytonk's of the 1970's and 80's gets 5 stars. If the Big Boy did reviews based on the total experience instead of just food, they would be at 3.5 stars with a warning, "to drink and be merry. but don't eat this distasteful swill!"
My server, Alexis, was a true breath of fresh air. She could teach a class on great customer service. I ordered a scotch (neat) and it was pored strong and generously. I truly can't say enough positive things about the decor and service. Truly stellar.
The menu here is so creative, that I was blown away by the depth. However, there seems to be once again a disconnect between creativity and the ability to pull it off. I started with pork rinds. These were frozen and quickly fried. If you look at the picture you will see a before and after pic. The before is this fluffy looking rind. Once the saliva hits it there is no crunch. It turns into a round hard oval that cannot be swallowed. This was absolutely horrifying. My second course was a country fried steak. I have to give Hurricane Creek credit, I did not think you could find a crappier frozen country fried steak than Sysco or Cheney brothers; however, they were able to sink to the absolute rock bottom and purvey the cheapest most tasteless steak I have ever had the displeasure of attempting to eat. The mashed potatoes were of the instant variety and the green beans harken back to elementary school when you were served green beans out of a 5 gallon bucket. These were repugnant (I am running out of synonyms for "bad").
Finally, came the Cat 5 grilled cheese. This is where the extra star came from. This sandwich comes loaded with Cheddar, Pepper Jack, Swiss, Provolone, Mozzarella and Bacon. Yes, Bacon, you know, meat candy. How hard is it to screw up a Grilled Cheese.? Very hard. So, the cook managed to pull off the simplest dish known to man (golf clap). Bravo, Sir. Big Boy says, "Go listen to the music and have a few drinks, but once you get hungry go somewhere else, because the food here stinks to high Heaven.