The Caveman and the Kept Promise
Sunday, July 30th, 2006Saturday I had an interesting dining experience.
This story, however, starts way back in December of 2000 when I graduated from college. Way back then my Dad promised me a visit to a unique restaurant in Missouri called The Caveman Steakhouse and BBQ. In the six years since, I have made several jokes about the promise that was made so long ago. He made good on the promise Saturday.
The Caveman Steakhouse and BBQ is located a couple of miles outside of Richland, Missouri. What makes The Caveman so different? The restaurant is located inside a cave. To read the history of the place a to see a few pictures visit this article at Ozarks Monthly Magazine.
To get to The Caveman you have to drive out into the middle no nowhere. Then when you get nowhere you have keep going on a gravel road. You keep going like this until you start to question your sanity. Finally you arrive at the parking lot which is really more of a field. A mini-van pulls up to transport you to the restaurant. We hopped in and the driver who had probably driven the skinny road a bazillion times and he spared no time or shocks to get us there. We passed some deserted cabins and pulled into a little tunnel. He let us off there and called the elevator for us. We rode the elevator up to the actual restaurant and were greeted by the owner. We were quickly (there were very few people there for lunch but we were told that it would be full that evening) seated and shown menus. Of course it was difficult to focus on the menu when you were sitting in a cave with all kinds of crazy decorations.
I chose the sampler plate with ribs, brisket, and sausage. The meal came with bread, salad, and green beans. Over all the food was average except for the ribs which were good. They were tender and had a nice smoky flavor. After signing the guestbook, chatting with the owner, and taking a look at the view of the Gasconade River, the owner called the mini-van to pick us up and we headed down the elevator. They dropped us off at our car and we drove back to civilization.
Overall it was worth just the experience of the place because I am pretty sure there is nothing like it.
If you live in the area you might try it out. And from experience, the directions at the bottom of the article are the best: (While we where there they got a call from someone using MapQuest directions and they were lost. The owner told the caller to throw that junk away)
Take Exit 150 off I-44, go north on Hwy. 7 and turn right immediately on Hwy. W. Travel about 5 miles to the T in the road, turn left and follow the signs.
Later taters!
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