The Hard Antler

After driving for many hours with many more to go, I optimistically walked into the Hard Antler knowing this would be my last opportunity for a meal before Franz Joseph. The ambiance was on point for a local favorite and prob the best option in many cases. I enjoyed the bikers drinking with the 75 year old man with a white He-Man haircut and corduroys I assume he's owned since the 70s. Being glutarded (gluten-intolerant), I opted for something not fried from the menu, the venison Nachos sounded promising. After a reasonable wait, The server came with a monstrous pile of food covered in what I would call a glacial amount of sour cream, like a whole normal sized tub emptied out. I assume now it was to hide the shame of what it covered: Tortilla chips, covered in cheese and a meat slurry of sorts coated in Thai sweet chili sauce. I pushed the sour glacier to the side to get at the guts of it, and was woefully disappointed that the meat slurry was maybe just north of cat-food with maybe a hint of taco seasoning. The sweet chili sauce did nothing to help or hide the flavors, more confused it's ethnic identity even more. I ate half of it, because I knew it would be my last meal of the day, and prayed I wouldn't throw up or poop my pants on the 4 hour drive that awaited me. This is all my fault, I should have ordered something within their wheelhouse like a burger or whitebait fritter. They are prob very good. TL:DR, Don't order the nachos, take it off the menu.

Nice and quiet great food for me but not so much for my mum who's gluten free. The staff seemed to be really friendly and welcoming and it would be awesome to see it at night when they have a band