Just Kill Me: The Machine Shed, Iowa
I went to the very first Machine Shed in Davenport, Iowa, in the late 80’s. I was working at Alcoa, and the guys at the plant wanted to go somewhere special. At the time, it seemed, well, just fine. But that was long ago. I went again last weekend to their Des Moines location. It was, in a word, a pukefest.
The tag line for this wreck of a place is “A Restaurant Honoring the American Farmer,” by which they mean the dumb-ass joint is decorated with farmeriana (pitchforks, tractors, etc.) and they serve beer in mini-Ball jars. The meal begins with big bowls of cottage cheese and Cole slaw, perhaps the two best things we had. Then, it was all downhill very quickly.
What is most ghastly about the grub is the overwhelming sweetness of it all. Take a look at these Burnt Ends of beef and pork. I didn’t taste much burn, but the glossiness of the sauce is a giveaway that this glazed pile of slop is just sweet on meat, not by definition bad, but in this case, definitely so. Just about inedible, like a meat sundae.
I had a platter of roast pork, tenderloin wrapped in bacon, and “Tangy Tenderloin,” which carried a registration mark, indicating it to be some kind of Franken-meat, probably patented, despicable.
Check out the splash of sour cream topped with cherries, yielding a revolting color combination and one more sweet item in a flood of sweetness. Sweet potato? Not sweet enough! Add marshmallows.
Revolting. Stay away. Yuck.
http://www.machineshed.com/restaurants/davenport.asp
Usually, I add contact information about restaurants I discuss; I am not doing so here because, well, I don't want you to be disgraced by dining at the Machine Shed, a Disney-like dump that dishonors the American farmer with cornpone clichés and crappy chow.
David “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” Hammond
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