She-She’s Drive-In Restaurant

My peanut butter shake was made with chunky peanut butter. Which was weird. The place is super run down and just dirty. Would not stop in here again.

They have veggie burgers and gluten-​free buns! My zesty bean burger patty was not homemade but was still tasty and satisfying, especially after rafting. People seemed happy with their hamburgers. The chai shake was good. The onion rings were good but the curly fries, freshly cut from potatoes, were a bit oily and bland. This place is cute and the people are nice.

I wouldn’t recommend this place, but as it appears to be the only restaurant in Gasquet, CA, sometimes beggars can’t be choosy.
To be honest, this place is okay. I ordered a Patty Melt and it was fine. The rye bread was warm and crispy and there was a generous amount of lightly grilled onions. Unusually it was prepared with American cheese instead of swiss, but I did not mind. The fries, however were unpleasant. They were a regular fry cut, served hot, but quite soggy. They were bad enough that I didn’t finish them, even though I was still hungry. As a note, their soft drinks come in cans, so no free refills.
The ambience of this place is unusual. On the inside part, they are attempting to emulate a 50s diner, but really the place is just covered in pink flamingos. With a dingy beer garden-​like outside patio, this restaurant seems like it should be in Southern Florida, not Northern California. I suppose that adds a bit to its charm though. Our waitress was also a kind and charming young lady.
This restaurant is totally fine to grab a bite to eat in if you are very hungry. I would suggest just ordering a sandwich without sides to curb your appetite and getting more food elsewhere.

I had been recommended to She-She’s, and regardless of reviews, I checked it out today (with two friends who had been there before and enjoyed it) We drove all the way from Cave Junction to eat here. That was the only reason. When we arrived, it was dark, hardly any outside lighting and no other customers were there. We walked to the door with a closed sign on it. On either side of the door were open signs. Noticing people in the back kitchen, we walked in and asked if they were still open.
Hungry, we were grateful they were. Sat down and all three ordered ice tea. (First refill is free, by the way) Friends ordered burgers and a shake and I had a grilled chicken sandwich. After trying the shake, I decided to order one myself.
Waiting on my shake, I took a sip of tea. And it tasted so rancid. I have no other words for it. Upon getting my shake, I asked the very nice server if I could exchange it for a soda. She looked at me a little confused-​like and said she would have to ask the owner. Okay sure why not, right?
Well, she came back from the kitchen and said she couldnt do that. She would have to charge me for the tea and whatever other drink I chose. No sooner than her finishing telling me this, the owner (Sheila?) comes back from the kitchen and asks me whats wrong with the tea. Politely, I said «I dont really care for it» (much nicer than telling her how I really felt about it, especially since there was a man behind us waiting on his food) She looks at me with this snarky attitude and says «Well why did you order it??» I didnt know what to say. Our server jumps in trying to lighten the mood «They all ordered it, she was going with the crowd» Okay. The best thing the owner could come up with to say next? «Well thats on you, honey.» and walks back to the kitchen. Seriously? I am still completely flabergasted. Thankfully, the waitress offered me a glass of water. I accepted and thanked her. (She could see I was very unhappy about the situation, and it seemed like she thought I had a very good reason to be.)
Moving on–
Waiting for our food, Im looking at the ‘décor’. The only way I can think to describe it is if you take a thrift store in Florida, mix in a little bit of mid 50s diner flare, throw in a few tables, a counter, and a kitchen in the back. there’s She-She’s. Not completely bad, but definitely nothing fancy, which is fine.
Although I did not enjoy the blaring tv.
We recieved our food. First thing I noticed was how incredibly greasy my curly fries were. I tried patting some of it off with a napkin. no help. The bottom of my plate was a pool of grease. My sandwich consisted of two huge pieces of bread, 2 small chicken breasts, a huge pile of lettuce, mayo, and a decent amount of onions. The meat was juicy, but lacked flavor. Bread was okay. But with all the lettuce, it was hard to eat, as it slid the other ingredients out of place.
Regardless of the horrible experience I shared with the OWNER, I paid my ticket of $ 18 and some odd cents (For an ok chicken sandwich, greasy curly fries, an okay shake, and a rancid tea that I couldnt drink)
Needless to say, I do not recommend this establishment, and no. I will never be back.
And «thats on you, honey.»

My husband and I stopped by there a couple of years ago and we loved it so much, that on This last Valentines day when we went to Oregon we stopped there again on the way back to California. The food was delicious and She-​She was very friendly. Small but what great food. I highly recommend stopping by when your driving on Hwy 99. My husband and I both had a cheeseburger. My husband says they have the best shakes around! I think he has tried them all (lol). Next time we head to the coast we will definitely stop by there because it’s the best!

Ok, worst service I have ever had, hands down. WOW. The waitress who worked here this past Saturday was SHOCKINGLY rude to both my boyfriend and me, and I observed her being nasty to a few other patrons as well, while others seemed to be spared. We do not understand what we did to deserve such treatment, but make no mistake, this lady is mean and should not be working in the hospitality industry. Sample scene, one of many that went down like this:
Waitress serves us our food (after a few sarcastic, eye rolling comments in response to our valid questions on some menu items to let us know she thinks we are complete idiots. Got it.), never comes back to check on us, then slams the check down and walks away as if in a rage. We came for ice cream as it was 105 out that day and it was always our intention to get a cone after lunch. So I called out as she stormed away, «Excuse me…» She turns around, glaring, then literally SNAPS, «WHAT!?» I meekly said, «Um, we wanted to get some ice cream too…» and I kind of motioned towards the check on the table. She sighs, rolls her eyes to let us know, just in case her tone of voice and glares haven’t gotten it across, that we are officially Putting Her Out. She snapped at me, «Do you think I can maybe help the people over there first? Hmm??? I have other things to do first, THEN i’ll come back and talk to you about ice cream, alright!?» Like I’m the biggest ass in the world, and like i should have KNOWN she had other, more pressing, customers in the back. I overheard her do the same thing to some other guy who also asked for ice cream.
After she stormed away, my boyfriend and I looked at each other in shock that someone was speaking to us like this, so plainly full of hatred and rage towards paying customers! Then the people in the booth next to us turned to face us and THEY were shocked and commiserated with us as they had overheard the whole exchange and that she was indeed over-​the-​top rude. Crazy!
Make no mistake: this is a little pink shack decorated in flamingos, not some fancy place. They make burgers, fries, and shakes. The food was ok– I had a decent grilled cheese, my bf had a pretty outstanding veggie burger, i must say. The fries were terrible – greasy and limp. The ice cream, when she finally had time to serve us, was good, I have to admit, even if I did want to shove it up that chick’s butt by the time we left. I gave her 10% tip at my bf’s urging but truly she deserved not a penny. If i owned this place, I would fire this girl in a heartbeat. She is bad for business.

Fantastic outdoor room, satisfying meal.
We stopped at She-​She en route to Jedediah Smith State Park. It was mid-​afternoon, well after lunch and before dinner, so we had the place to ourselves. It’s funky and fun in a dive-​y way… the outdoor garden room, which is a delightful place to have a meal, is quite ramshackle with tarps over some of the furniture and other parts semi-​broken.
The food is nothing extraordinary: your basic burgers, but with evidence of having once been a cow (no, they aren’t mooing or anything, they just don’t look like they’e been extruded from a burger machine like the burgers in most burger joints). Not health food, but plenty tasty. Fries were not very good. Shake was made with soft ice cream and was way too sweet and fake tasting.
But is there anything more wonderful than sitting in an outdoor porch swing, in a garden room, eating a classic hamburger?
I think not.

As we drove out of the redwoods forest and began our slow voyage home, the family suburban was packed to the brim with people and luggage. We had the driver and the navigator, we had the napper, and we had next to the napper, the quiet, mature brothers. Sitting in the back of the family motor carriage was the noisy, immature ones. It is believed by some that these two had the most fun out of anyone, as they were able to make a complete mockery out of all the presumed «disasters» of the trip.
Picture if you can, the whole lot of them beginning to feel the familiar pangs of hunger after a full day of trekking through some of the worlds’ tallest trees. The scenes were amazing, and the day was a blast. But as the sun was in the middle of the sky and the family was suffering from the long drive, a ‘diner’ located in the middle of nowhere seemed a gift from heaven, an «oasis in the desert». We should have known it was only an illusion when we saw the flamingo logo’s and that the ‘diner’ was called «She-She’s». Trusting too much in the local culture, our family ventured into what was to become the great and terrible dining experience of the decade.
As we walked into this experience, we saw what appeared to be a quaint little eating place with a counter and a small kitchen area, and a few booths and tables scattered around the room. It looked much like a restaurant in the movies, just with a little more dirt and age. The TV was on, and a cooking show was the featured programming. What should have served as another red flag, was overlooked by our family.
The kind hostess led us into what appeared to be a patio storage area to us, but a bustling, and beautiful restaurant to her. We walked past the old billiards table which had since been converted into a trash table and storage device for the many inflatable beer ads, to our table. Off in the distance was the faint barking of a large dog. We later discovered that it wasn’t faint at all, it was simply a tiny canine that was hardly the size of a potgut, who dwelled on the other side of the «wall». The walls were made of nothing more than lattice, and the floor was mostly covered with that green matting that old homes would use to cover their stairs outdoors. Just about ten feet from us was a pile no less than 6 feet high, of all the trash that was yet to be taken off to the dumps.
A few of us kids made the mistake of searching for the restroom facilities, only to find what appeared to be a lump of coal near the sink. If you took this lump of coal in your hands and slid your fingernail down it, you would find a shade of green hidden below months or years or DECADES of grime from the unfortunate souls who had gone before. This green lump of «coal» was in fact, the soap. Outside of this delightful bathroom, lay dinner for the cats. Yes, the cats took their meals in the same room as the rest of us, and why shouldn’t they? It was a dining area, right? Cats need a room to eat just like the rest of us. The tin pie plate was lovingly piled with cat food, that ended up looking more appealing than what we ordered.
Upon looking at the menu, we discovered that our options were few. Most of us ordered a She she burger, but one ordered the grilled cheese. The kind lady brought us our drinks and after tiring of the falling pine needles, we placed our napkins over our drinks, and using the straw as a device to impel the napkin, keep our makeshift covering securely in place. I remember the woman being intrigued by these coverings and questioning our move. She had supposed that we were attempting to discourage the flies from swimming in our beverages, when in fact, it was the lack of a sufficient roof that had inspired our lids. The roof, or lack thereof, was simply a device used by she she’s to make the fall of the pine needles more interesting as they would hit the wannabe roof and twist and turn as they fell to our table.
We received our food, well… most of us did, and we began eating. It didn’t take long to discover that the hamburger patties could have been made from a creature similar in size to that of the canine that had been incessantly yapping throughout our stay. This fact inspired us to name the meat, a yorkie pattie. The bread surrounding the meat was entirely too large for the size of the pattie, and it was unusually dry. The use of ketchup was a must. We waited and waited for the woman to deliver one’s grilled cheese and fries, and when the fries were unveiled, they had all stuck together in a heap. The grease had gone cold that surrounded the fries and that made them anything but appetizing to the hungriest of consumer.
Please, do yourselves a favor and risk starvation. Drive on. Good things come to those who wait.

Ever since I red the line «Home of the She She burger» I knew I needed to try it. Unfortunately, the magazine gave no hint as to what a She She was.
Turns out, the She She is a double patty cheeseburger on a «she she» roll – really a wide baguette – with all the trimmings. For $ 9.80 it served with their homemade fries.
What my husband and I got was what could only be described as a burger turd on a dry loaf. Really, it looked like a log and there was just one. It wasn’t wide enough to reach from edge to edge of the bun. The bread was terribly dry and there was way too much of it. Because it was dry and the ingredients so wet, there was a lot of slipping and sliding.
I will say, though, that the burger tasted like a home made burger. There are no frozen patties in this establishment, for sure. The fries were decent as well, and the peanut butter milkshake was great!
My son had the bacon grilled cheese and it was really good, but for $ 7.60 (no fries) I thought it was too pricey.
I give this place three stars because of the friendly service and it’s notoriety. Being in the middle of no where is tough, I’m sure, and these folks definitely do the best with what they’ve got.
And at the end of the meal, we were given a container of ice cream with a dog biscuit in it for our dog. How sweet!

Man what a sweet spot! I was driving through the middle of nowhere going somewhere and I was STARVING! Starting to get a headache and was getting a little nervous about driving. Then I saw a billboard for She She’s and pulled over. So glad I did. BEST burger I’ve had in a very long time. (Of course I was also starving).
Services was friendly and fast. A young gal and an older gal – they were sweet as could be. I ordered a bacon burger, fries and a shake. The burger so so juicy and fresh, just ideal. The shake of course was great. The curly fries were extremely greasy and stuck together, but ya know I ate ‘em anyway! And they were still good. :)
When the gals realized my doggy was in the car they made her a special treat – a little cup of ice cream with a doggy biscuit. How considerate of them!
The place is a little run down but it adds character, combined with the great food – I’d gladly stop in the middle of nowhere again for it!

Suddenly it’s 1958! Old-​fashioned décor, old-​fashioned food and an old couple to run it all. There’s even pink flamingos and an old pool table in the patio area!
My friend ordered a chili cheeseburger and I decided on the French burger. His was decent but mine was spectacular, since the hamburger and trimmings were between two big pieces of French bread. The onions were sauteed too. Fries? Lots and they’re real homemade fries, sliced up fresh spuds, just waiting for two people or the hungriest single man alive to gobble them down… LOL! Milkshakes made from real ice cream and 30 flavors to pick from will fill out your bill nicely.
Go to She-She’s quickly as the old couple’s health problems are meaning more days closed and pretty soon She-She’s will be Bye-Bye’s. I’ll mourn the passing of yet another roadside icon.

Stopped by on the way back from the coast. Hamburgers were undercooked, one served with an onion butt. Fries were extremely greasy.

A lunchtime oasis after biking the highway from O’Brien, OR. The place is definitely a throwback to a time when flamingos, old cars, and malts were in style. We arrived at 11:45 AM and the guy said they don’t open until 12 PM citing that the town is made of only 700 ppl, so we waited 15 minutes and once he opened up, we were greeted with smiles and good food.
My friend had a knee that was hurting and the friendly old guy gave her an ice pack. This place exactly fits what you’d expect from an off the highway diner run by two people. It reminded me of eating with my grandparent’s (if my grandparents were an older white couple in a small town).
Great food:
Blackberry Shake– yum, thick, and not watery, real natural fruit too
Grilled Cheese Sandwich — simple and understandable
She She Burger — Their house special with fries, it was actually a really well done burger. I was expecting fat laden, limp bread, but it was a substantial burger on a nice loaf style bread.
Total– $ 15.75 + tip

Things haven’t changed much at She-She’s Drive-​In Restaurant since Mr. Andrew H was there back in 2007; it’s still a little funky diner, right there in the middle of no-​where 9900 Hwy 199… but Horace and Sheila (aka She-She’s) has been running this joint for 24 years and it shows. We sat down and Horace came to take our order; «I’m not the cook, I’m only the order taker,» he said taking notes on our «no this and «add that». «I have to make sure the cook knows what to cook» I love well trained staff!
The food is good… down home good… made with care. I felt at home and that Sheila and Horace had thought about the whole family. Who is a vegan? Malts? Shakes? Yes, old fashioned and done right. Fries? onion rings…
According to Sheila, most of the kids in the area have worked for them. and now bring their kids back to see where they «got their first job»…it’s what keeps it going… love.
LindySez– Dont’ not stop cause it has two big hand chairs sitting out front… stop because it has two big hand chairs sitting out front.

She-She’s is probably the most gaudy thing you’ll see on Highway 199. It’s hard to miss, so stop in. Whether it’s the friendly old man who runs it, the goats tied up in the yard, or delicious malts, it’s worth a visit.
The food runs towards the burgers and fries variety, but they have a surprisingly large selection of vegetarian and vegan food, too.
It seems like the locals’ favorite, too. When my girlfriend and I stopped in on our way to Oregon, there were about a dozen people there talking and drinking beer.