McWells

By John Graham

Metromix Orlando
January 15, 2008

 

McWells
(Credit: MikeAnthony Moffa)
At first, I had McWells (formerly Tom and Mony’s) pegged as a neighborhood sports bar. Then, I tried to stop by on a Sunday for some NFL. Closed! It turns out that McWells is always closed on Sunday. In my book, you can’t be a true sports bar if you’re closed on the day of the Lord and wild card playoffs. So, let’s just call McWells a South Orlando “neighborhood bar.”

What I really like about the layout of the main seating area is that there’s room. Some bars (that maybe rhyme with “Snail Mouse”) pack you in too tight. Here, you’ve got room to breathe. Speaking of breathing, you can’t smoke inside McWells. Neither could my waitress, though I saw her slip out the side door a couple times for her nicotine fix.

A game room on the side has a pool table, a couple video games and a lonely bucket of Duplo building bricks. (“Build Mommy a castle, sweetie, while I finish my vodka and cran.”) There’s also a back bar with its own entrance that’s open only a couple nights a week.

Scoping: The folks sitting at the bar look to be regulars, the kind that have a particular stool worked to their particular butt groove. I saw families and couples and lone drinker-diners. On my second visit, a giggly bunch of high-school cheerleader-type girls were eating chicken tenders and making jukebox selections as only girls who crush on Chris Brown can.

Drinking: McWells has a solid, if not adventurous selection of hard liquor. A Captain Morgan and cola is $5. A bottle of Bud is $3 -- or $2.50 during happy hour (4-7 p.m., Monday-Friday). There’s Guinness on tap next to the Light and Lite. One surprise McWells has its own ale that sells for $2 a mug. I asked my waitress if this was truly a special brew or just a relabeled mystery beer. “I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t like it.” It tastes OK to me, if nothing amazing. It’s light brown lighter than Yuengling but darker than Bud. I’d say the flavor falls between those brands too.

Chewing: McWells immediately wins praise for not hosing you on the celery and blue cheese when you order hot wings. I understand charging for a second or third dressing (50 cents a pop), but the first should be free and McWells agrees. The wings themselves include both drummies and double-boned wing sections. Five will cost you $4. Twenty will run you $12.99. The menu promises you can get 100 for $55.50.

Always looking for new appetizers, I spotted the fresh mushrooms and fresh garlic mushrooms (both $5.99). They’re fried but not breaded, and served in a bowl with toothpicks for ‘shroom stabbin.’ They’re not the prettiest things but good for a change-up.

The bacon cheeseburger ($6.99) comes with ripple chips and a limp pickle spear. The patty is factory formed and painted with grill marks. While not exactly juicy, it wasn’t dry or crumbly either. Fish and chips are “market price,” which is $10.95 the last time I checked. The chips (fries) are decent and the fish is great, one whole side of the white fish without a single stray bone. The batter is crispy. The fish itself is both meaty and steaming hot.

The French dip sandwich plate ($8.55) and the hot roast beef plate ($7.35) are made with the same meat, sliced thin and rare. I’m guessing Boar’s Head or something similar. The roast beef plate is the better deal; wrapped in the soft white bread of childhood and covered in brown gravy (which they’ll also pour over the fries if you ask). The French dip (also with fries) is served on a thick roll, but if I can trade a little dipping cup of broth for gravy and save $1.20, I’m gonna do just that.

Remember that imaginary kid that mom left playing with the Duplo? A drinking buddy of mine brought along his son and we ordered him the kid plate of chicken tenders for $4.75 (or free on Thursdays 5-9 p.m. when Daddy eats too.) I was surprised that the tenders were real, unprocessed breast meat -- and surprised how quickly the damn kid learned his way around a pool table.

Going: I counted four different brands and scents of air freshener in the men’s john – five if you count the urinal mints.

Departing: It’d be nice if McWells was open on Sundays, open past 11 p.m. on Saturdays, or open past 10 p.m. on the other weeknights -- but you can’t have everything. I’ll have another mug of McWells.

What other people are saying...

No-pic-dude

Moxie from Orange - August 21, 2008 at 4:14 PM

I think it's a sign that the restaurant sucks if your waitress doesn't know what the beer is AND says she doesn't like it.

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