I remember the Roto Grill being there when I was a little girl (and that's been a long time ago). Stopped by here for the first time in at least 50 years. It was like stepping back in time, "The Twilight Zone", and "Hoarders" all at the same time. It was just after Christmas & I have never seen so many Christmas decorations in such a small space. Unbelievable! Definitely not very handicapped accessible. You don't have to worry about it being crowded, and don't expect anything fancy. But what you can expect is good home cooking.
Clay Fisher
Very good place, and good food as well, definitely will eat there again.
Larry From Wisconsin
I have driven by dozens of times during the past two years and have never seen a car in the parking lot or any indication they have been open.
Rebecca Martin
Good home made food, at ways run into friends .
Brian Rexroat
Run do not easy e your money here
Jerry Sizemore
I think it's time to clean or shut down
Wayne Freeman
Good down home cooking
James Black
Good food, don't be in a hurry to eat. Home cooked meals.
Robert Allen
Pretty sure I found a chicken bone fragment in my Mountain Dew. Other than that big mishap, the Mountain Dew was pretty dang good. 2 stars for delicious Mountain Dew!
Question for management - I am interested in indulging in some delectable cured meats one fine evening, and have noticed that Arthur's Roto Grill has quite the offering. Can you explain the finer differences between your "ham steak" and "pork steak" entrees?
Veronica Hilton
The food was fine, nothing special. However the dining room didn't seem clean and it felt like eating in a stranger's living room.
Brandon Mcclintic
Great quite litte place, good drinks and great food
Benjamin Sizemore
Nice Friendly service, And the food was Excellent!! The Cheese Burger would just melt in your mouth ...
Philip C.
Horrible! While travelling at the end of a wonderful weekend, my wife and I stopped in to your restaurant. The outdoor decor screamed Mom & Pop, and we love those kinds of places, and so with high hopes, we pulled into the parking lot. Upon entering, we noticed the decor of dusty old hats and Christmas decorations. No worries however, as this place looked like the kind of establishment that the best food is found at. We sat down and noticed it was 15 minutes until lunchtime, and the place was empty except for one other couple, who had also mentioned that this was their first time there. We ordered 2 sweet teas, and what we got was two glasses of something brown that tasted of dirt, but at least we had some fake lemon in a squeeze bottle that had a wonderful layer of crust around the lid that had probably been there for a couple of decades. We opted for Pepsi instead, even though the man waiting on us assured us that he could make another batch of "tea". After a few minutes I ordered a home made tenderloin deluxe with french fries and a bowl of home made chili. My wife ordered a dinner salad with fries and some chicken strips. 20 minutes later (a reasonable time to cook from scratch), our "food" began arriving. Chili landed on the table first, and I instantly noticed was that the "chili" was more of a soup consistency, and the extra cheese and onions that I'd ponied up for turned out to be a piece of processed cheese slapped on top and then covered in dried out old onions. The crackers were served in a bowl, loose, unwrapped, and stale. My wife's salad arrived at about the same time, but it looked as if it had been made earlier in the week and had been just waiting for us to arrive. It was mostly brown and wilted, and truthfully needed to be tossed out. Needless to say, she didn't eat it. A few minutes later, the main course arrived with little fanfare. My tenderloin sandwich turned out to actually resemble grilled shoe leather, while my fries had obviously been sitting in hot oil for nearly as long as my wife's salad had been around. I'm not sure, but I think I have less oil in my car then there were on these fries. My wife's fries were of the same batch. The high point, which up until this moment the bar had been set pretty low, were the chicken strips, which turned out to be nearly edible! Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, we opted to put this roadside nightmare in our mirrors instead of ordering dessert. We made our way to the register where the wife (Mom) was waiting, only to discover that the credit card machine was not working (even though the sign on the door said we could pay this way, and nobody had informed us that this machine was not working, even though the wife, Mom, stated that it hadn't worked since yesterday), and me, being light on small bills, found myself in a bit of a pickle (which probably would have tasted awful too). I offered to pay with the smallest bill I had, a $100 bill, but was told that they could not change that. It was then suggested to me by Mom that I should drive down the road 5 miles to an ATM machine and return to pay my bill. Pop then chimed in stating that I couldn't "skip out" on the bill and he promptly ran out into the parking lot with a pencil and paper to write down my license plate number before demanding to see my license in my wallet so he could add that info to his paper. Obviously I refused to comply with these ridiculous requests and offered to send them a money order when I arrived at my destination. Insanity ensued, and during the next few minutes my wife, God bless her, dug in her purse and found enough small bills buried in there to cover the ransom that we were being held to. In all honesty, I expected to see the folks from candid camera to jump out from the back of the place as I slapped the extra $3 we'd manage to scrape together onto the counter, stating that due to
I remember the Roto Grill being there when I was a little girl (and that's been a long time ago). Stopped by here for the first time in at least 50 years. It was like stepping back in time, "The Twilight Zone", and "Hoarders" all at the same time. It was just after Christmas & I have never seen so many Christmas decorations in such a small space. Unbelievable! Definitely not very handicapped accessible. You don't have to worry about it being crowded, and don't expect anything fancy. But what you can expect is good home cooking.
Very good place, and good food as well, definitely will eat there again.
I have driven by dozens of times during the past two years and have never seen a car in the parking lot or any indication they have been open.
Good home made food, at ways run into friends .
Run do not easy e your money here
I think it's time to clean or shut down
Good down home cooking
Good food, don't be in a hurry to eat. Home cooked meals.
Pretty sure I found a chicken bone fragment in my Mountain Dew. Other than that big mishap, the Mountain Dew was pretty dang good. 2 stars for delicious Mountain Dew!
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Question for management - I am interested in indulging in some delectable cured meats one fine evening, and have noticed that Arthur's Roto Grill has quite the offering. Can you explain the finer differences between your "ham steak" and "pork steak" entrees?
The food was fine, nothing special. However the dining room didn't seem clean and it felt like eating in a stranger's living room.
Great quite litte place, good drinks and great food
Nice Friendly service, And the food was Excellent!! The Cheese Burger would just melt in your mouth ...
Horrible! While travelling at the end of a wonderful weekend, my wife and I stopped in to your restaurant. The outdoor decor screamed Mom & Pop, and we love those kinds of places, and so with high hopes, we pulled into the parking lot. Upon entering, we noticed the decor of dusty old hats and Christmas decorations. No worries however, as this place looked like the kind of establishment that the best food is found at. We sat down and noticed it was 15 minutes until lunchtime, and the place was empty except for one other couple, who had also mentioned that this was their first time there. We ordered 2 sweet teas, and what we got was two glasses of something brown that tasted of dirt, but at least we had some fake lemon in a squeeze bottle that had a wonderful layer of crust around the lid that had probably been there for a couple of decades. We opted for Pepsi instead, even though the man waiting on us assured us that he could make another batch of "tea". After a few minutes I ordered a home made tenderloin deluxe with french fries and a bowl of home made chili. My wife ordered a dinner salad with fries and some chicken strips. 20 minutes later (a reasonable time to cook from scratch), our "food" began arriving. Chili landed on the table first, and I instantly noticed was that the "chili" was more of a soup consistency, and the extra cheese and onions that I'd ponied up for turned out to be a piece of processed cheese slapped on top and then covered in dried out old onions. The crackers were served in a bowl, loose, unwrapped, and stale. My wife's salad arrived at about the same time, but it looked as if it had been made earlier in the week and had been just waiting for us to arrive. It was mostly brown and wilted, and truthfully needed to be tossed out. Needless to say, she didn't eat it. A few minutes later, the main course arrived with little fanfare. My tenderloin sandwich turned out to actually resemble grilled shoe leather, while my fries had obviously been sitting in hot oil for nearly as long as my wife's salad had been around. I'm not sure, but I think I have less oil in my car then there were on these fries. My wife's fries were of the same batch. The high point, which up until this moment the bar had been set pretty low, were the chicken strips, which turned out to be nearly edible! Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, we opted to put this roadside nightmare in our mirrors instead of ordering dessert. We made our way to the register where the wife (Mom) was waiting, only to discover that the credit card machine was not working (even though the sign on the door said we could pay this way, and nobody had informed us that this machine was not working, even though the wife, Mom, stated that it hadn't worked since yesterday), and me, being light on small bills, found myself in a bit of a pickle (which probably would have tasted awful too). I offered to pay with the smallest bill I had, a $100 bill, but was told that they could not change that. It was then suggested to me by Mom that I should drive down the road 5 miles to an ATM machine and return to pay my bill. Pop then chimed in stating that I couldn't "skip out" on the bill and he promptly ran out into the parking lot with a pencil and paper to write down my license plate number before demanding to see my license in my wallet so he could add that info to his paper. Obviously I refused to comply with these ridiculous requests and offered to send them a money order when I arrived at my destination. Insanity ensued, and during the next few minutes my wife, God bless her, dug in her purse and found enough small bills buried in there to cover the ransom that we were being held to. In all honesty, I expected to see the folks from candid camera to jump out from the back of the place as I slapped the extra $3 we'd manage to scrape together onto the counter, stating that due to