Restaurants in Beatty

“Husband and I stopped in on our travels and it was amazing! I’m not normally a fan of the smoked flavor but theres was so good. We got the pulled pork and beef brisket. It was packed with flavor and so tender! We also got the jalapeño Mac and cheese and the French fries!!! If you are in the area and in search of good food you have to stop in! The own is pretty amazing too.”

“The best restaurant in Beatty!
Mel's is a great way to pause while traveling through Beatty.
The food is straight forward. Well prepared, and served by professional, friendly staff; is a pleasure to stop there.”

“Just ate the crepe breakfast. That was the best breakfast I have ever eaten. I took a chance and got something out of the norm and I do not regret it at all. Coffee on point as well. The cook very nice and friendly young lady. Thank you!!”

“Perfect stop for breakfast on the road from Vegas to Reno! We had a wonderful breakfast at Gemas Cafe after finding it on our long route through Nevada. The omelets were perfectly fluffy and full of delicious ingredients. We also got toast and sides of fruit which were very filling! A great value for breakfast! Happy to stop here again on our next journey, definitely worth looking for if you are driving through!”

“My husband and I were on a road trip and googled restaurants in beatty, NV, because it would be too late to eat once we got to our destination. A few places came up, but my husband wanted pizza and the picture we saw of theirs looked great. The staff was very welcoming as were the patrons. The pizza was delicious. The ingredients were thick and very filling... we got a 16” and gave about a third of it away. Would’ve been great to stay a little longer, but we had to get back on the toad. We will definitely visit again!!!!”

“last night maybe around 8:30 in the evening we had dinner with my sister's family, her husband and the children and friend. The service given to us was good. I didn't get the woman's name.(curly with nose piercing) She is very kind and attentive. we left last night around 9:00 pm i didn't get to see her again to say thank you. Keep up the good work!!”

“Delicious tamales! Staff was wonderful. Loved my Latte. A gem in the desert! Thanks for "fueling" us up!”

“Okay, very welcoming! The gentleman at the front was great customer service!

The food was exceptional! We had birria tacos, wings & pizza. Everything was seriously delicious. & the salsa was seriously really good!

The place was very clean. When we visit, we’ll definitely be back to eat here.”

“That ham was not just ham. No. That was a spiritual experience folded between bread. I took one bite and immediately understood why people in old paintings look so serious. They had tasted something like this and realized ordinary life could never be enough again. That pig must have been gorgeous. I mean majestic. Not regular farm-animal beautiful either. I’m talking “sunlight hitting its back like a Renaissance painting” beautiful. A noble creature. A beast of destiny. It probably walked around with confidence, knowing deep in its bones that one day it would become the centerpiece of the greatest Subway sandwich ever assembled by human hands.

And the flavor? Ridiculous. The ham had this salty, tender, almost royal presence. It did not sit in the sandwich. It commanded the sandwich. The lettuce was just there for moral support. The cheese was trying its best. The bread was basically a stage, and the ham was giving the performance of a lifetime. I swear, every slice tasted like it had lived a full, meaningful life. Like this animal had known green pastures, dramatic sunsets, and maybe even love. I don’t know what kind of pig produces ham like that, but it must have had perfect posture and wise eyes. Maybe it stared into the distance a lot. Maybe other pigs respected it.

I walked into Subway expecting lunch and left questioning the nature of beauty, sacrifice, and deli meat. That ham was so good it made me want to apologize to the sandwich for not dressing better. I should have worn a tie. I should have approached it with reverence. Because somewhere out there, a beautiful animal became ham, and that ham became art, and that art became my sandwich. And for a few glorious minutes, everything in the world made sense.”