Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Road Eats: Russell's Beef House in Corinth, MS.
Since then, every time I've been through town, I've had to stop in with whomever was traveling with me and have a steak. When I was with folks I was comfortable with, I'd share this particular Sirloin for Two with them. I'm trying to recall if my brother actually tried the steak on his own, but if so, that was back in 2007 and I don't have photos to
In fact, the sad fact that I don't have photos from any of those early visits is why Grav and I decided to divert our trip home from Birmingham to get us up to Corinth for one of these steaks. Mind you, Siri was plotting against us and tried to send us elsewhere about six times, which is why we saw way more of rural Alabama on the way there before we arrived (we'll be back, Russellville Alabama, you have interesting things) in our epic foggy, wet drive, but eventually we pulled into town and into the soggy parking lot. We were shocked to find that for once, there was not a line to get in. We were also thankful for that... as I mentioned, it was raining.
We were escorted to a table in the front section (the restaurant consists of a cavernous collection of wood-paneled rooms), right past the open grill, where meat was happily sizzling away under an expert eye. We didn't really even need to look at the menu. I knew what I wanted, and Grav acquiesced that yes, the Sirloin for Two was an excellent choice. We ordered it medium rare-towards rare, I chose a baked potato as a side and he went for sauteed mushrooms.
Salads were a good thing, too, cutting the edge off a hunger that had grown in the seven hours since we'd left Big Bad Breakfast on the far side of Birmingham. No, it
Walking back to the table with the bowl of salad, I noticed the gigantic vats of margarine and sour cream on the bar that's both the register and wait counter for the
evening, so we didn't notice any potatoes actually flying, but I'd be interested in seeing this happen (I'm told that they'r called flying potatoes because they'll fly right into your stomach, which alleviates my concern over the potential for thrown potatoes ala the thrown rolls at Lambert's Cafe and its knockoffs).
Russell's Beef House, by the way, is housed in a building built in 1957 by E. N. Howell, who ran a restaurant named after his daughter Kathy there. It's also been home to the Dairyland. According to the restaurant's website, Troy Russell came back to Corinth when his grandson, Russell Smith, was born, and decided to open this great steakhouse. The young boy grew into a restaurateur himself. Russell Smith has not only worked at Russell's Beef House, he and his wife have another restaurant called Smith in downtown Corinth -- which I need to visit next time I come to town (along with Abe's Grill, I'm told).
And this... this is a STEAK. An inch thick, over a foot wide, glistening and hot.
Dang it, I wanted to eat it right then.
And finally, once Grav had finished shooting it
I think we were both full by the time the waitress came back the second time to check
It wasn't easy to leave. Though we were cheerily brought our ticket and box, and though the jovial gentleman invited us back, and though the rain had briefly ceased, we found ourselves plopped into the car after shooting the sign outside wishing that Tupelo (our final destination for the night) were just a bit closer, since we were both ready to turn in for the night. We did manage to make it, smelling what was left of that steak the whole way.
Russell's Beef House
104 US Highway 72
Corinth, MS 38834