Dinty Moore’s Lunch Room

A superb little 1930s style lunch counter. Friendly owners, a delicious shredded beef sandwich (a 75 year old family recipe) and draft beer for only $ 1.50. Charming atmosphere, too. And it’s the closest restaurant to the KHN Center, which means I expect to visit with owners Steve and Linda several more times during my residency. Highly recommended!

I almost didn’t come in here because the name said to me «dirty little lunch counter» instead of «awesome little bar that will remind me of my favorite place back home»
In fact, we were on our way out of town when a bartender at another place urged us to go here, saying we’d love it. So we doubled back to check it out.
I don’t know what was cooking in the kitchen, but it smelled delicious. But I wasn’t here to eat, I was here for a cold one.
It’s VERY tiny and cozy in here. The people were very friendly, and I enjoyed my visit a lot. If I lived in Nebraska City, I’d be a regular here in no time.

This is the kind of small town joint that many visitors would be scared away from… but don’t be, because you’re in Nebraska, the land of friendly strangers. There are a grand total of 15 barstool seats in Dinty Moore’s and I think you’d be hard pressed to find something that costs over $ 4. The whole place has a very classically old feel. especially the bar itself, with its well worn divots. It wouldn’t surprise me if the thing was over 100 years old.
I was a little disappointed to find out they don’t actually serve Dinty Moore beef stew here, but what they do have are BBQ (sloppy joe), ham and loose meat sandwiches. I have a sneaking suspicion that it’d be a real treat to watch a Husker game here as well.

I can’t believe no one has reviewed this gem yet.
For nearly two weeks I ran scared of Dinty Moore’s Lunch Room. I told myself it wasn’t the kind of place I hang out — too much like the kind of bar where you hang your head at high noon.
Turns out I was not wrong, but gloriously right. And I loved every minute of my time there.
There were two other people in the joint when I walked in: Linda, the friendly bartender, and Al. Al describes himself as someone who «pretty much hops from bar to bar» and says he doesn’t mow his lawn, but shreds it.
This, of course, inspired me to get the $ 2.75 shredded-​beef sandwich and wash it down with the $ 1.75 red beer.
I thought the beer was going to be Jamaica Stripe. Uh, wrong, Berkeley girl.
Busch plus a healthy swill of tomato juice plus a few shots of Tabasco — that last my addition and an attempt to make it seem more like a Bloody Mary. Adam calls it a Bloody Cletus. It wasn’t all that bad.
Linda and Al couldn’t have been nicer to me. Linda even obliged me by taking pictures so I’d have souvenirs. Al, I hope you and your lady friend have fun this weekend. She’ll love the casino so much, dude, that you’ll never have to worry about taking her to the altar.