Klamath Country Club
Trip Start Jun 15, 2013
52Trip End Oct 01, 2013
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Where I stayed
Chinook RV Park
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This is kind of a 'bonus' post. The pictures were actually taken on our first night we spent in the Chinook RV campground. We KNEW this area was going to be remote and somewhat small but we did NOT know just how small. Bonna has already told you that we do NOT have cell service, thanks to the crappy coverage AT&T provides---how barbaric, but what we didn't know is that there really aren't any STORES OR Eating places in the area---I can do without stores, but I like to go out for a meal every now and then. It is about 20 miles through some pretty slow driving roads to get to the first decent sized town that has any REAL facilities.
Anyway, I digress--the first night we were here Bonna and I decided to go find a place to eat and not cook in the RV that evening. On one of the brochures (which long ago we found out do not ALWAYS tell the WHOLE truth) there was a statement that in Klamath we'd find a Subway, a Country Club, and a diner. We drove into Klamath and right away knew things were going to be sparse. First of all the "town" is about three blocks long and that counts the Tribal Police building and offices. NO grocery store, just a little gas station that has some BASIC food stuffs. No Subway. The 'diner' was closed and a sign said they closed at 3 p.m. (it was now 6 p.m.). So we had one choice---the Country Club Bar and Grill.
Interesting place as you can tell from the pictures I've included. Bonna wasn't sure we should actually go in the door as she counted 30 some dead flies on the window sill as we looked in to check out the menu. The windows were so dirty we couldn't read the posted menu, so we decided we'd have to go inside in order to read the menu. The 'food part' of the bar was behind a walled in section with a little sliding window that opened and revealed a cook that could have passed for Foster Brook's twin brother. You could get anything you wanted as long as it was some type of hamburger and a note on the menu said 'you better like garlic 'cause we put it on ALL the burgers'
Even though CA has some pretty strong 'no smoking' in restaurants and bars---I don't think they got the memo in Klamath---at least not at the Country Club Bar and Grill. There was either a hell of a fire on the other side of the bar or the bartender had his cigarette hidden in an ash tray out of sight. I got myself a Fat Tire draft and my sweetheart a diet coke--$4, not too bad. As we were waiting for our upcoming meal and enjoying our adult beverages, I spied a 'tent sign' on the table next to us that touted a libation called, Fireball Whiskey--try it and love it. Since it appeared it was going to take quite awhile to cook our meal (and we were about the only ones in the bar) I finally went up to the bartender, waved away the cloud of smoke, and asked him if the stuff was any good. He said, "Well partner, if you like the taste of cinnamon, then you HAVE to try this fine product. The distillers finally got it right when they made this stuff." So, $3.50 lighter in the wallet and with an oversize shot glass I carried my first ever Fireball Whiskey back to our table. I poured half of it into Bonna's diet coke and I downed the rest of it before doing a Fat Tire chaser. Damn, it was good---even Bonna liked it. I put it on my iPhone 'town shopping' list to get a big bottle of it the next time we were in civilization. The iPhone isn't any good as a PHONE here in Klamath (thanks again AT&T) but at least it is good for keeping a grocery list for whenever we got somewhere that HAS a grocery store
The burgers finally were delivered by Foster Brooks himself. And not a minute too soon as a group of 11 came through the door and he was about to have a heart attack. I'm sure he was wondering how the hell he would feed a GROUP, when it took him 45 minutes to feed just Bonna and me. Being the George Washington, "I can NOT tell a lie", type of guy I am, I have to tell you--those Garlic, Ortega, cheeseburgers were GOOD, and so were the french fries---or was it that the Fireball Whiskey just MADE them seem good. Bonna then said she'd go up to the window and pay Foster while I shot some pictures with the iPhone. Foster told her he had screwed up on my order as he sent it out with 'everything' instead of just Ketchup and onion and Bonna said she guessed it didn't matter as I ate all of it and even licked the plate--but he insisted on giving us a dollar discount. Anyway---one more adventure for the B and me, in a little berg called, Klamath.