Del's Bar & Grill — Restaurant in Montana

I think Del’s deserves the 4.4 rating average, perhaps even a bit higher. I used to live in the area and now am a frequent visitor. Quite frankly, I never set foot in this place until a few years ago and instantly thought: “Hmm. Why didn’t I come here sooner and when I was living in the area?” Appreciate that my brother introduced me to it.

Yes, it is a local hangout. Then again, what would you expect in a town the size of Somers? And it is one of the few places to hang out in Somers, since the days of Tiebuckers are long gone. Your nearest other options? Go to Lakeside (Tamarack is good, if a bit more expensive). Go to Kalispell (Moose’s remains a great option). Or go to Bigfork (and to the Garden Bar, unless you don't want to get smothered in that kitschy “old town” feel that almost strains to seem authentic but is less and less so, now that Showtime—a genuinely good restaurant that served as a great follow-up to the legendary Seastar—is long shuttered, and the Bigfork Inn is under new ownership and closed for the foreseeable future).

Where was I? Oh, yes, Del’s. Never had a bad experience here. The bartenders and servers have been great. Place is authentically quirky. Drinks are reasonably priced. Food as well, if you factor in that everything has gone up in price in the last few years. If you like lots of cheese, the pizza is a good option. Apps like the curds and fried pickles are perfectly fine. Thing is, the servings are great relative to what you might get at a lot of other similar places both inside the Flathead and outside. They have no issue with loading your plate with fries. Salads, though they might vary from the description on the menu, are always generous. The ribeye sandwich is a bargain given my experience with other places that serve a similar item. And the pork chop sandwich deserves its own website. The thing is a monster! It is a basic sandwich done really, really well.

There is indoor and outdoor seating. The ordering system, not uncommon, means you find your place to sit and then you order at the bar. There is also the obvious topic: the men’s bathroom. It is, well, a throwback to a non-PC era in almost every way. You got little kids? Might want to spot check the bathroom before they enter or expect a need to have a few conversations about the art, both pelt and pictorial! The place can get very busy at peak hours during the summer months. In other instances, I haven’t found an issue with grabbing a seat and a drink and/or food.

Seriously, with a local place, I can understand a few off nights and a few less than pleasant experiences. But some of you seem to be straining. Dylan, if you waited for 3.5 hours for chicken, I think you need to rethink your approach to things. Jill, as a local, you waited for 2.5 hours for a to-go order, had some snacks and fries . . . and what? Drew and Kalis, also locals, you seem to have some very particular beefs with this place. I am sure they have nothing to do with how you act, right? The One leaves a one-star review, even if his breakdown suggests it should be higher by at least a star or two . . . and then complains about the beer prices!?!? I mean, I get it. It feels good. But, as I often say, some reviews are about the reviewers and not the place they are reviewing. Just glad you got to scratch that quick-itch and make your views known. Hugs and kisses.

When I am in the area, I will keep coming back. I really enjoy the place, the food, and the drinks. Oh, and Mark, if you slam a business for being a “locals only” place, keep this idea in mind: maybe, just maybe, you walked in and acted like being a local is a bad thing or acted like you were supposed to be an honored guest. Neither thing is true. So, you don’t need to “know someone.” Nope. You kinda need to know yourself and maybe pivot when it comes to places and spaces with which you aren’t familiar. Just...

A friend ordered the gyros and found a hair in her "Grecian-styled sandwich effort". It was discovered in the corner of her mouth cutting a groove into her lip as it was reeled in by the lettuce, feta and "meat" bolus as any typical diner with functional molars might if their food contained a lengthy hair. The hair was extracted, and she hungrily bragged she was cool with it. Analysis of the offending strand revealed little and we (4 bar-food diners) all admitted we were not the best follicular-origin-forensic-scientists after all and blamed her scalp for being less than healthy. That's when, now using a fork, she raised an ample bite toward her face and a hair-strung necklace of flatbread, lettuce, feta and curled gyro meat dangled from her stainless steel implement. It measured at a substantial 127mm and was of unverified origin but unlikely hers. I am tightly shorn and 4 feet away so um, not mine either. We all decided that our respective plates were not that appetizing suddenly. We had a good laugh and calculated the odds that four bites into her otherwise mouthwatering dive-bar feast (with incredible presentation BTW), two strands of human fur might show themselves. We all agreed then that at least the offending straight, lengthy floss was unlikely of below the belt origin. We were offered lovely to go boxes worthy of 5 stars that I will review at...

For starters, the waitress seemed like she had somewhere else to be. When asked what we wanted to drink we said some water with the beer nothing to crazy. Well apparently it’s a self serve water system? Who does that? When asked what we wanted she had informed me of the special which was a French dip. I love French dips. So I ordered it. When brought to the table I was disappointed to see that it was a bacon cheeseburger with cheddar cheese on it. Upset. I ate it anyway we had places to be, the burger was dry and flavorless. Who knows what they would’ve done to the French dip. When paying tabs the waitress charged one of the people in our group for two peoples orders. Like was she just winging it? I’ll never know because I will literally never be back. Terrible don’t...