The Slippery — Restaurant in Fallon

In the shadowy recesses of this so-called "restaurant," The Slippery, one might find a charade masquerading as an eatery. A pilgrimage I undertook, not out of choice but necessity, beckoned me to taste the glories of the American burger. What I encountered was nothing short of an assault on the senses—a maddening farce where culinary ambition lay gasping its last, choked out by dregs of mediocrity.

The burgers, once lauded as the pride of any self-respecting joint, arrived at my table as mouthfuls of remorse. Blandness had taken a seat at the head of the table; a flavorless slab of meat so thoroughly unseasoned that it might as well have been a cardboard cutout. Had I not been ensnared in this surreal nightmare, I would have swore they were trying to pull a cruel prank on the "hungry" patrons.

Then came the bacon, that heavenly slab of pork that is supposed to be the crowning jewel on any decent burger. Instead of a savory crunch, I was met with what can only be described as charred remnants from a barbecue gone horribly wrong. Burnt to the point of no return, a thick black strip resembling something you’d fish out from a campfire cooked by amateur pyromaniacs. How can one screw up bacon? A question worth pondering long into the night.

And dear God, the fries. Oh, those wretched, soggy offerings, limp and lifeless, swam in a pool of their own dissatisfaction. Each bite was reminiscent of masticating wet newspaper—void of all taste, insipid in texture. They languished under the oppressive weight of mediocrity, their once crisp potential drowned in whatever culinary horror awaited them. Surely, they would only earn a passing nod of acceptance if washed down with enough liquor to forget this gastronomic blunder, or perhaps by the blind eye of inebriation.

This was not dining; it was a senseless descent into a world where flavor goes to die. The Slippery is a beacon of disappointment, a reminder that sometimes the journey is worth more than the destination, especially if that destination is this culinary wasteland. Save your dollars, folks, for there are better ways to spend your evening than wallowing in the depths of culinary despair. If you should stumble in there expecting redemption, I recommend a swift retreat and a bottle—nay, a case—of whiskey to cleanse your palate of this...

Stopped in for a evening out on the town with my other half. Order two simple mixed drinks. Both drinks tasted like water and ice. Honestly the worst drinks I have ever tasted in my 30 plus years walking this world. I have been all over the world traveling and had better mixed drinks in a 3rd world country. Bartender looked sloppy and seemed to lack pride in looking and dressing decent for a customer service job. Will give her credit for being the cook and bartender and cleaner by herself. Bar was dirty and filthy and had flies flying around. Music was a playlist selected by a drunk customer who was blasting it loudly and walking around bar trying to rap and scream the lyrics. During our 10 minutes inside the local police barged in looking for a group of folks who had come in and ran to a back room. It was really suspicious and we decided for our safety to leave immediately. We were told a few days later by locals that it's a known spot for violence and other illegal activities. Was told to never go back and avoid it at all costs. I would HIGHLY reccomend to not go here!!!

Just go to P's & Q's Tavern down the road, that bar looks like a 5 star restaurant in NYC, and has a safe fun atmosphere, and is owned by military veterans who...

I'm retired Navy and did at least 20 Fallon detachments in the 1990s and 2000s. I remember the Birdfarm, Midnight Roper, Frog Daddys, and other Fallon favorites. They are all gone now, but Slipperys is a great reminder of the Fallon of old. Great service, karaoke, dollar bills on the walls, messages written in sharpee everywhere. Yeah, it's beat up, just the way some of us like it.

Bonus, the mozzarella sticks and onion rings were great too! Well, I was four drinks in, so to be fair most anything would have...