The Sawmill is sort of on the outskirts of Virginia. We generally drive by it when we’re returning from a trip to the range. It’s a huge bar outfitted to look sort of like a sawmill (go figure). It’s a pretty loud bar. They usually have the music turned up and the high ceilings don’t help any. Being the quiet person I am I usually have to repeat my order at least two or three times before the bartender can hear me. The pours are pretty corporate. I don’t think we’ve been overly impressed once. And yet we keep going back… The bartender was pretty social with everyone except us. She poured the wrong drink for my husband and it took quite a few minutes before we could flag her down to get it corrected.
This time we ordered food because the other two in our party were hungry. They ordered the pulled pork sandwich and my husband & I split an order of nachos. The guys said the sandwiches were ok but nothing to write home about. Our nachos were pretty craptacular. The meat was just ground beef with no seasoning. There was a pitiful amount of cheese and the rest of the toppings didn’t make up for these two inadequacies. For nine bucks, we were expecting more than we got. All of us were in agreement that the food was way overpriced. So while we may stop back for cocktails we won’t be ordering food again.