DE­LI­CIOUS BRUMBY’S

A lit­tle taste of home at Brumby’s in San­taquin

Serve Daily - - FRONT PAGE - By Amy Baird Amy Baird, free­lance writer and food con­nois­seur, is proud to call Span­ish Fork home. She loves dis­cov­er­ing new restau­rants and is al­ways search­ing for another ad­ven­ture in eat­ing.

From the spurs and chaps on the walls to the antler chan­de­lier, the mo­ment you walk into Brumby’s you know that you are in a Western es­tab­lish­ment. When we sat down, I heard a Johnny Cash song come on while I looked around at the pic­tures from lo­cal rodeos and horse round ups. I fell in love with the coun­try feel of the restau­rant. I hon­estly didn’t want to leave after my meal was over. Brumby’s cap­tures the feel of San­taquin. It has character. It has a soul. And I love it.

We started our meal with one of my fa­vorite foods of the night, colos­sal yard bird wings. Wow. I don’t know how they get wings so meaty and juicy while mak­ing the out­side so light and crispy. The showstopper is the root beer bbq wings. Yes, I did say root­beer bbq. Mmmm. Just the right blend of sweet and spice and mod­er­ately ad­dic­tive. The yard bird wings also come in teriyaki (quite de­lec­ta­ble) and hot (I wasn’t brave enough to try it but my fa­ther-in-law Bob started sweat­ing). And the yard bird wings came with ranch (creamy and smooth) and blue cheese (I nor­mally don’t like it but it was the per­fect com­pli­ment to the wings). My mother-in-law Mar­cia re­marked, “Noth­ing is bet­ter than lis­ten­ing Willy Nel­son while eat­ing root beer wings.”

Now for the main dishes. Nick or­dered the BBQ Pulled Pork, which came with fries (more about those in a mo­ment) and coleslaw. The pork was ten­der with a tangy BBQ sauce. The fries. Some­times you get stuck with some cafe­te­ria style un­der­cooked mushy fries. Th­ese had just the right amount of crisp­ness while still hav­ing that soft warm in­te­rior good­ness.

Bob got the scor­pion que­sadilla, which would win best in show for pre­sen­ta­tion. A tor­tilla filled with gooey melted cheese, sweet pep­pers, onions, toma­toes, and juicy steak. The creamy ranch dip­ping sauce was a per­fect com­pli­ment to the fla­vors. Mar­cia got the Rueben sand­wich, which came on mar­bled rye with pas­trami, swiss cheese, and some pretty dang de­li­cious sauer­kraut. My mouth is wa­ter­ing just writ­ing about it.

John got the daily spe­cial, the Santa Fe Burger which came with red pep­pers, grilled onions, cheese, and a pretty de­li­cious sauce. Deb­bie or­dered the French Dip sand­wich. I am a huge French Dip fan. This one left noth­ing to be de­sired. The roast beef was de­li­cious and just the right thick­ness (not so thin that you feel like you are eat­ing lunch meat and not too think where it is just over­whelm­ing). The au jus was divine. Over­all, it was a pretty de­li­cious com­bi­na­tion with those oh-so-de­li­cious fries.

Now for the star of the night. Chicken Fried Chicken. Not chicken fried steak. Chicken Fried Chicken. Mm­mmm. It is a chicken breast with a light, crispy crust served with a gen­er­ous help­ing of creamy red mashed pota­toes with skins and th­ese car­rots that are just ten­der and but­tery. This is my com­fort food. If I want home cook­ing and to get that warm, fuzzy good food feel­ing, I am go­ing to or­der the chicken fried chicken. It is like get­ting a hug from your grandma while eat­ing fried chicken. So if you are look­ing at the menu try­ing to choose be­tween all your op­tions, just go for the chicken fried chicken, your stom­ach will thank you.

I re­ally en­joyed my evening at Brumby’s. The peo­ple are friendly and gen­uine, the at­mos­phere is coun­try and wel­com­ing, and the food was de­li­cious. So get in the car and drive down to San­taquin for some down home coun­try cook­ing. You won’t want to leave. I didn’t. Brumby’s is lo­cated at 340 E Main Street in San­taquin. Phone: (801) 754-5941 . Hours: Tues-Thur: 11 am - 9 pm, Fri-Sat: 11 am - 10 pm.

Pho­tos by Steve Gray

BBQ Good­ness with a side of ad­dic­tive fries.

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