Beaver's Pub — Restaurant in Bay City

A cursory overview of these onion rings' appearance leads me to believe these are frozen. The characteristic smoothness of a machine made onion ring, combined with a uniform coating and coloring, are all hallmark characteristics. While there are a handful of gnarled bits and pieces floating beyond the circular perimeter of the ring, there are few gaps, and all are cooked to a crisp golden brown.

The plate they were served on was an interesting colored ceramic plate, a rarity with onion rings, that seemed almost battered itself, with adequate room for the pile of onion rings, and for the plastic cup of ranch accompanying the dish. All told, these look to be fairly appetizing, though nothing special.

Aphorisms are a funny thing, particularly because they can be selectively applied at your discretion, much like laws in the obscenely overburdened penal code in the United States. However, I think one applies here - looks can be deceiving. While the onion rings looked fairly good, albeit artificial, the taste was a disgusting abomination.

I'll start with the onions, which were incredibly greasy and juicy, ordinarily a good sign for onion flavor if nothing else. Despite the absurd volume of grease, there was absolutely no taste in the onions beside a vague sweetness, hinting at little more than bitter disappointment. If anything, the onion tasted like a particularly wet paper towel that may have, at one point, been used to wipe up some greasy residue from some better onion rings.

The batter wasn't better, with little taste beyond an abundance of tasteless grease, serving as little more than a pathetic shell for the meagre bits of onion taste within. For the sake of these onion rings, I sincerely hope they were frozen, because if this represents a genuine house-made attempt, I must weep for humanity.

Oftentimes, tasteless onion rings will try to mask the complete lack of flavor with the accompanying dipping sauce. In this case, the ranch dressing was equally tasteless, with nothing but a half-hearted creamy sensation, far too little to even call flavor. All it served to do was moisten the already dripping onion rings, a disappointing finish to a bland dish.

The texture of these onion rings was sort of like eating a wet sock that somebody wadded up and fried in rancid oil. The onions, as previously mentioned, were profoundly wet, almost to the point of disintegrating into liquid. The batter was likewise soft, merging seamlessly with the sock-like onions, like some kind of soft brown exoskeleton.

The complete lack of slippage, despite the absurdly moist onions, spoke to the homogeneity of the ring's texture. Every bite was like chewing into a greasy sponge.

This plate of tasteless, bland, wet slop would be a rip-off at any price. However, for $10, I was genuinely outraged. There's ample quantity, but the quality is not remotely worth it. The onion rings were tasteless and untextured, clearly prepared with no thought, passion, or care.

For one of the very few times in my history of reviewing onion rings, I was completely unable to finish these onion rings, which sent me into something of an existential quandary. Why would anyone make this? Why would anyone EAT this?

Despite staying at Beaver's Pub for several hours, consuming copious amounts of vodka tonics while watching a bunch of dudes shuffle quickly through an abandoned Tokyo street during the Summer Olympics, I wasn't even tempted to touch the remaining four onion rings. Eating nothing was preferable to putting this...

Beavers Pub in Bay City offers a remarkable experience that gracefully blends elegance with the cozy charm of a local pub. From the moment you walk in, the ambiance strikes a perfect balance, creating an environment that is both refined and welcoming.

The food at Beavers Pub is a delightful departure from traditional bar fare. Each dish is infused with its own unique flair, elevating the dining experience to a level that's rare in a pub setting. The menu items are not just delicious but creatively curated, offering a culinary adventure that's both surprising and satisfying. The quality and taste of the food clearly demonstrate the care and expertise behind the kitchen doors.

Drinks at Beavers Pub are equally impressive. Whether it’s their crafted cocktails or the selection of wines, each beverage is prepared with precision and served to perfection. The staff ensures that your wine glass is never empty, adding a touch of indulgence to the overall experience. The variety and quality of their drinks menu cater to all tastes, ensuring every patron finds something to enjoy.

Service at Beavers Pub deserves a special mention. It is, in a word, superior. The staff are not just attentive but genuinely hospitable, making you feel both valued and taken care of. This level of service enhances the overall experience, making your visit memorable.

In conclusion, Beavers Pub is a gem in Bay City that I highly recommend. Its elegant yet comfortable atmosphere, exceptional food with a unique twist, delicious drinks, and outstanding service make it a must-visit destination. Whether you're a local or just passing through, Beavers Pub is sure to provide an enjoyable and...

I have no expertise as a food critic and that is not the purpose of this review. I enjoyed eating the perch sandwich, served generously in size and with two thick tomatoes and an abundance of tartar sauce. Eating inside might have evoked the shadows of film noir, but it was a very nice Michigan late Spring day outside. My focus is on the men's room which has a single lighting fixture above the sink. I did not observe and do not complain of matters of hygiene, except in the means for observation and process. There were two water closets enclosing the receptacles in welcome privacy, however when either closet door was closed, there was no usable illumination inside the chambers. Not to put too fine a point on it, there was no direct light inside and one could not tell the color of the seat, of the water in the bowl, or of the paper on the roller. To repeat, it was not a matter of perceiving dirt in or on any of these processes but of the impossibility of seeing what might be there, before, during or after a person's utilization of the facilities. The owners should promptly hire an electrician to install lighting fixtures inside the water closets to permit patrons to confidently perform the endeavors for which those facilities are intended. Perhaps 20 year old eyes could see well enough; mine are well over 40, the age when eyesight very noticeably declines in power. The want of any direct light ought to be considered a violation of good standards for restaurant restrooms. While the food would influence a return to this establishment, the single factor of restroom illumination would be a strong influence not to return, which would be...