The Tav Sportsbar — Restaurant in Busselton

Ok so I’ve spent the past 36 or so hours thinking about this review. It absolutely kills me to have to write this about this restaurant as my wife an I had our first ever date here 17 years ago. It’s where we go to celebrate our anniversary every year and any an all celebrations for our family. It’s where we even had our wedding reception because of the food quality and the unbelievable service we had every time we were there. However my wife an I went there on Friday 23/8/24 Night for dinner for our date night we haven’t had for a long time and OMG. The service was, well there was no service. The food was completely uneatable and even after making the staff aware and shown that it actually was and we weren’t just being difficult customers there was absolutely no interest or care about it. An even though the T bone I ordered had all of an inch at most taken off of it and was completely raw and a handful of grissle from it on the side of my plate and huge vanes of it running through the T bone it’s self that was clearly seen. We were still charged $44 for a mean that couldn’t be eaten. That’s without the horrid garlic and mushroom sauce that was served with it. This is the Garlic a Mushroom sauce that our family a many others would call up an order as take away to put in our steaks at home. A used to get a lot more of when ordered in the restaurant with your meal more than a thimble full that they now serve. On top of all of this the T bone that was barely cooked I’ve no idea how it was cooked as there was no sear marks on it what so ever not from a grill or a pan. An honestly with how it all was and how cold it got as quickly as it did. I could swear the entire meal was Microwaved instead of cooked properly like it should have been. An the fact that it was out of the kitchen 10 minutes at most from when we had to go to the bar to order our meal is making me think that’s exactly what happened. I’d love to know how our once favourite restaurant of 17+ years has completely sunk so low with their quality of food and service. An now my wife and I are very seriously conflicted as to if we will ever return to this once terrific place. An that kills us both....

Title: A Culinary Catastrophe in the Shape of a Pizza

Where do I even begin? This so-called “pepperoni pizza” was an unholy affront to everything sacred about Italian cuisine — no, scratch that — about food in general. It was a culinary war crime disguised in a cardboard box.

First of all, let’s talk about the cheese — or should I say, the blatant absence of it. Cheese is not optional on a pepperoni pizza. It is the molten, creamy glue that binds the flavor universe together. Instead, what I received was a dry, flavorless desert with a few tired, curled-up slices of pepperoni clinging to life on a barren wasteland of tomato paste. I’ve seen more dairy on a vegan tofu salad.

Now the crust. Good lord, the crust. If I wanted a medieval battering ram, I would’ve visited a museum, not a pizzeria. It was so thick and dense I honestly questioned if it was forged in a blacksmith’s kiln. It was like biting into a sponge that had given up on life — chewy, dry, and utterly inedible. I’ve had more pleasant chewing experiences with drywall.

And the base — the audacity. It was thinner than a politician’s promises. One bite and the entire slice buckled under its own shame. I’ve seen tissue paper with more integrity. I had to fold it like origami just to lift it, and even then it flopped like a dying fish in a low-budget aquarium.

To top it off, the whole pizza looked like it had been assembled in a rush by someone blindfolded and spinning in a chair. This wasn’t just bad pizza. This was a monument to culinary failure, a greasy, cheese-less insult to taste buds everywhere.

Final verdict: If this pizza were a movie, it would be The Room without the unintentional comedy. If it were a car, it would be a cardboard cutout of a Lada. If it were a person, it would be banned from kitchens forever. 0/10. Would not feed to my enemies.I have spent my valuable time to write this in the hope that no one will have to experience this tragedy of a culinary...

I was first greeted by the bubbly girls behind the bar and immediately dived into a spiced rum with a splash of coke. It came in the old fashioned short glass, you know, those big ones feom the 90's that make your hand look tiny in photos. After a short conversation about craving brisket, the bar lady drew my eyes to the brisket tacos and then twisted my rubber arm into getting the chicken wings which are my favourite way to test an establishment of this kind, with extra hot sauce of course, all made in house, as stated by the waiter, who was rockin a 'top gun' mow straight outa the 80's. My beef tacos came out first, and as my glass was running dry I tucked straight in like a man posessed. The balance of flavours was on point. The smoked brisket being the total star of the flavours, with juices dripping between my fingers like I couldn't help to instantly lap it up. The smoky flavour shining through on every bite. The crispy lettuce added a texture to help compliment every mouthful. So fresh. 9.8 outa 10 Then came the chicken wings. They looked on point with a seasoned crumb coating and a sprinkle of sesame seeds and a side of chips and my hot chilli sauce in a ramicon. The moment the flavours entered my mouth it was like I went to a party in Jamaica. It was a song and dance. I could hear the beach and the bongos playing. The sweetness mixed with the crumb coating but not overpowering the chicken flavour was a testament to the chefs ability to capture the balance and help my mouth have a vacational beach party in Jamaica while sitting in a pub in Busselton. I ate nearly every wing with my eyes closed enjoying those transporting flavours. Chips where crispy and hot and the sauce was even hotter, just what the doctor ordered. 10 out 10 for the chicken wing dings. Everything was on point and I can't wait to come back and do it all again.

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