T J’s Restaurant

So I am in agreement with Seth… A One-​Star rating to this place is simply ridiculous. Given, one needs to have appropriate standards when eating here. Did the grumpy One-​Star reviewer expect fine dining, crisp linens and a sommelier? If so… Then I can understand why he was disappointed.
TJs is a dive… And a freakin fantastic ol’ school dive at that. Do you like cheap eats? Do you like some seriously legit Hot Roast Beef sandwiches drowning in gravy? Do you know (and appropriately love) buckwheat pancakes? Then this is the place for you!
Don’t let the «ambiance» scare you off… I guarantee that is the exact same «ambiance» that was there 20 years ago. I would know… I saw it back then as well. I believe that is what the hipsters call «authentic».
I will seriously cry if I come back up to the mountains and find this place closed. So go, eat the good hearty food… Keep is place alive so I can continue to salivate when I’m within 30mi of this place, in anticipation of the hot roast beef sandwich with mashed potatoes… And not be disappointed by closed doors when I arrive!

Ok. Place is a total dive. But, where can you get a double bacon cheeseburger for $ 5? Also, my wife ordered a chef salad and it came with real carved turkey and roast beef. No lunch meat here.
Don’t get me wrong. This is Appalachia, but it’s decent food that will take you back.

The one and a half star rating for this restaurant is an injustice on par with Citizen Kane not winning the Oscar for Best Picture. I stopped here after a weekend on the «slopes» of Seven Springs.
For starters, all 5 members of our party took a picture of the menu because the prices were so astonishingly low. Our bill was right around $ 30 and I ordered four things. Not like a combo platter with eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast, but four separate items. The coffee they served was great and despite the hash brown I ordered showing up frozen, everything else I ate was so good, I just chalked this up to another thread in the tapestry of TJ’s folksy charm.
TJ’s, on this day I bestow upon you, the Feinberg bump. Use it wisely.

Preparing to try it now. More to come. The food looked pretty boring when it came out. I ordered the «special»: a pizza burger and onion rings. I thought they forgot the pizza part until I bit on and discovered some sort or cheese and pizza flavoring.

Doesn’t deserve one star. Eat at your own risk… filthy dining room. who knows what the kitchen looks like! And I agree with the other review… I bet meth labs are cleaner!

im going to be blunt. this was the worst eating/​dining experience of my life. (mind you ive eaten at ponderosa). after a night of imbibing at seven springs 6 of us needed a form of sustenence before our respective trips home. the one dude told us to go to «tj’s» even though he didnt follow us into the parking lot, he just kept on driving. we think we even heard him chuckle as the 3 cars turned into the gravel lot. once inside i noticed that there was about 27 deer faces glued to the walls, not to mention the grouse, raccoon, and a fox thrown in for good measure. if bigfoot fucking existed, its face would have been up there. we were the youngest people in there by 50 years, which is pretty impressive for dudes at or near 30.
as for the décor and clientel i did not expect any less.
oh hey guess what?! our «server» was obviously just smoking meth behind the place, because words cant even describe how fucked up she was. one peice of advice «DO NOT GET THE «ALL AMERICAN» BURGER. its a 6 oz portion of beef that is shaped into a oblong disc that is nearly an entire quarter of an inch thick cooked on both sides for at least 10 minutes each. ive never eaten a fat chicks 12 year old high-​heel, but im pretty sure if you put one on a bun, it would taste like the «ALL AMERICAN» burger at tj’s. if this is what qualifies as «ALL AMERICAN» then the apocolypse is nigh!
there is just so much wrong with this place, that i havent even mentioned that the stuffed raccoon was made to hold a tiny little rose in its hand because valentines day is coming up! the olny thing sadder than that would be to witness kirstie alley drowning in a vat of crème fraîche.
the burger was served with nothing else with it, just a frisbee of meat and a fucking hoagie roll. when asked by DJ methy meth if i wanted anything with it, i said lettuce tomato and onion, please. when .025 grams of lettuce and a tomato that was chopped with an axe arrived at the table, i was pumped!
at least its only a matter of time before that cooks in the back start making their own meth and blow this place to kingdom come.