The last thing I wanted was to get in a fight,
In Jackson County, Wisco on a Saturday night,
'Specially when there was 6 of them and only 1 of me.
2 Saturdays ago I was in my ancestral home of Black River Falls
and when I asked the motel owner about supper clubs in the area he immediately mentioned Castle Hill
, so after getting settled I headed north on US-12/WI-27 for a late dinner.
In keeping with Supper Club Protocol I immediately headed for the bar and this comforting sight (and I don't mean the TV). Note the old-school checkerboard ceiling!
Nobody likes a dry whistle. I've had boozier BOFs before but this one had a nice balance, and with Castle Hill being well out in the country it's not a bad idea to pour the drinks so your customers can enjoy a couple without having to worry about getting home.
I'm pretty sure I was the youngest person at the bar (and I'm AARP-eligible) and my camera definitely attracted some attention and friendly banter from the locals; I even overheard one woman say to her husband, "Maybe he's with that supper club book." And the owner (at least I think she is) didn't exactly look thrilled when one of the regulars told her to turn around so she could have her picture taken.
But all good things have to come to an end and eventually my corner table was ready.
Some supper clubs I've visited use plain white paper placemats but Castle Hill does it the right way. I'm not sure why "famous" is in quotes, as from what I can tell the only other famous thing in Jackson County is the Nekkid People Orgy Camp just down the road.
I glanced at the menu but already knew what I wanted: prime rib for the entree and French onion soup to start. What's that...there's no FOS tonight and the only choice is chicken noodle? I must've had a fairly dumbfounded look on my face (I suppose the old fashioneds could've had something to do with that) as the server quickly assured me that Castle Hill's homemade soups are quite good. I suppose I'll give it a try...
He wasn't selling me a bill of goods, as this was a cup of excellent soup. Well-seasoned and flavorful with big, soft noodles, I didn't miss the onion version at all. Well, maybe just a little bit.
Time to get down to business. On the menu this was listed as a 12-ounce cut but it sure seemed like more than that, and like most prime rib it was fairly ordinary in the center with the crust having to do some heavy lifting. Fortunately whatever Castle Hill does for the crust works well, as it had a lot of flavor and I found myself trying to cut the meat in such a way as to give me a little bit of crust in every bite.
The hash browns I chose as my side were quite good, too. Crisp and crunchy on the outside and soft and potatoey on the inside, I didn't leave any behind.
From what I could tell Castle Hill doesn't offer relish trays and I don't recall seeing cracker baskets, although I did receive a couple of rolls that I managed to avoid because I didn't want to take up stomach space.
Now for the interesting twist. The following Monday I mentioned Castle Hill to our office manager, as she's originally from that part of the state and told me that she's eaten at Castle Hill several times. But then she said, "I think Jim's in-laws own it." Jim is one of our salesmen so I asked him about it a few days later, and he confirmed that he is indeed married to the owners' daughter. How weird is that!
post edited by ScreamingChicken - 2016/06/05 00:08:34