Spherx's Domain

So I went to dinner with a new family of mine, I adopt families like others adopt ethnic babies with cleft palates. So we were roaming around California’s central coast when we decided to eat at a restaurant called Jocko’s in a little town called Nipomo. I had heard wonderful things, but words cannot do it justice. Walking into Jocko’s was like walking through a wormhole from California to Wyoming. Walking around the bar, you need to be careful that you don’t put your eye out on any of the ten sets of antlers from the taxidermied assortment of game. Men with cowboy hats and tight jeans regale women who have yellow teeth and waistlines just below their busts with stories about how their trusty steed got sick and they had to carry it to the nearest jiffy lube for some Authentic Californian veterinary services.

Anyway, after a glass of wine or two, we were seated and I was instructed by my companions to order from the “Oak Pit”. I ordered a cut of meat called the Small Spencer, again on the advice of my new family. Needless to say, I was a bit worried about the portion. I’m a big chittix and I need a big meal, you know. I was not disappointed, the meat was about twice the volume of the potato! And this wasn’t a dinky red potato, but a nice big brown idaho potato, the kind Spherx uses for his sexual experiments.  In addition to a MASSIVE steak, I was served salad, beans, garlic bread, and coffee and ice cream. The steak was prepared perfectly to order, not over or undercooked. This in itself is a miracle since the cut of meat in question was nearly 5 inches thick.

A normal person could get three square meals out of the amount of food I was served for just 21 dollars. An awesome value, great food, and an environment that encourages you to drink to your heart’s content. In all, a GREAT restaurant, I’ll be sure to return whenever I’m back in the area.