Silver City: If a great burger is what you need
Aug 20, 2009
Silver City Spur is probably supposed to be based on native American culture and tradition but, rather than present a glimpse into the rich and profound heritage of a diverse group of peoples, it hints, rather, at cartoons featuring “injunsâ€.
BY ERNEST BAZANYE
Silver City Spur is probably supposed to be based on native American culture and tradition but, rather than present a glimpse into the rich and profound heritage of a diverse group of peoples, it hints, rather, at cartoons featuring “injunsâ€.
Tomahawks (native American throwing axes) adorn the walls and totem poles (a pole with carved animals on it that is part of some native American cultures) are carved into the pillars. Braves (native American warriors) and squaws (native American women) are painted on the ceiling, arrows at the ready.
Even the chairs are shaped in a way that makes you think of “gulches†(American desert term).
I imagine if I was a member of the Navajo nation (a Native American tribe), perhaps I would be embarrassed, but then again, it is a restaurant, not a museum. They are supposed to serve us meat, not insight.
And meat is one thing Spur Steak Ranches are famous for. The flesh they burn is renown all over Africa (The South African chain has branches in the UK, Australia and Ireland, too. Not in the US, though.)
We had heard of a special Mondays offer — order one of their more elaborate burgers and get one basic Spur burger for free, but we had also heard that it came with some arcane reservations, such as: you couldn’t just share your free burger or give it away and you couldn’t pack it and take it home.
We asked our waiter what the deal was with that and he assured us that there was no such nonsense going on. Order your more flamboyant burger, sir, and I shall give you a free Spur burger and you can do whatever you wish with it.
What we wished to do was call up a couple of friends to tell them we were about to have free burgers.
Us men both had the Cheddarmelt burgers. Heartily satisfying dishes. The cheese and the sauces and the magic they layered over this glorious chunk of meat had my stomach glowing. Peter’s assessment, as he leaned back, was simply, “That was a good burger!â€
Even the freebies (accompanied with chips and onion rings that we ordered separately) were irreproachable, thought the ladies.
Silver City Spur is probably supposed to be based on native American culture and tradition but, rather than present a glimpse into the rich and profound heritage of a diverse group of peoples, it hints, rather, at cartoons featuring “injunsâ€.
Tomahawks (native American throwing axes) adorn the walls and totem poles (a pole with carved animals on it that is part of some native American cultures) are carved into the pillars. Braves (native American warriors) and squaws (native American women) are painted on the ceiling, arrows at the ready.
Even the chairs are shaped in a way that makes you think of “gulches†(American desert term).
I imagine if I was a member of the Navajo nation (a Native American tribe), perhaps I would be embarrassed, but then again, it is a restaurant, not a museum. They are supposed to serve us meat, not insight.
And meat is one thing Spur Steak Ranches are famous for. The flesh they burn is renown all over Africa (The South African chain has branches in the UK, Australia and Ireland, too. Not in the US, though.)
We had heard of a special Mondays offer — order one of their more elaborate burgers and get one basic Spur burger for free, but we had also heard that it came with some arcane reservations, such as: you couldn’t just share your free burger or give it away and you couldn’t pack it and take it home.
We asked our waiter what the deal was with that and he assured us that there was no such nonsense going on. Order your more flamboyant burger, sir, and I shall give you a free Spur burger and you can do whatever you wish with it.
What we wished to do was call up a couple of friends to tell them we were about to have free burgers.
Us men both had the Cheddarmelt burgers. Heartily satisfying dishes. The cheese and the sauces and the magic they layered over this glorious chunk of meat had my stomach glowing. Peter’s assessment, as he leaned back, was simply, “That was a good burger!â€
Even the freebies (accompanied with chips and onion rings that we ordered separately) were irreproachable, thought the ladies.