![]() ![]() In response, three developers stepped forward with plans for a Huntington area mall. "In the mid 70s, Tri-State shoppers appeared ready for a mall of large proportions by the mid-1970s, when everyone from families to groups trekked to large shopping malls in Lexington, Ky., Columbus, Ohio, and elsewhere. I remember going to the mall to see a girl I had a crush on that worked at American Eagle and later at Camelot Records and making it looked like I accidentally just stopped in shopping. I remember getting hooked on Steak Escape and eating there. I remember walking in the mall waiting on my mom while she shopped. There were several years of back to school shopping. I remember taking my girlfriend's kids to see Santa Claus. I remember when I managed Rite Aid at Hal Greer in the late 80s and helping close down the Rite Aid store at The Mall. Buying albums, cassettes, magazines, clothes, tennis shoes, and everything. I graduated high school that year and bought my first sport coat there. But if you want some great fries, I highly recommend it – go with the large.The Huntington Mall opened in 1981. It’s kind of hard to maneuver through there. Oh, and the tables are very crowded together in the dining room. ![]() The one thing holding Steak Escape back from getting a higher rating from me is the lackluster bread. The service was adequate – but what service do you really get? No one delivers your food, no one obtains drink refills, and you have to bus your own table. Today I used a Dine a Mate coupon so my tab less than normal. Pricewise, Steak Escape and Penn Station are about the same. Just looking at the picture again makes my mouth water. These fries will totally be in the Top Five. Hot, salty, brown, crispy outside, potato-y inside… everything a french fry aspires to be. I don’t think I spoke a word to my fellow diners as I savored those fries after finishing the Hambrosia. Then I line up 2 or 3 tiny paper cups of ketchup around the edge. I always immediately dump them out on the paper the sandwich is wrapped in and sprinkle additional salt. I got a hearty portion of fries in the “small” cup. ![]() They are fresh-cut fries cooked in peanut oil. Of course I would need a jug of Heinz ketchup to dip them into, but I could definitely pull off that stunt. I could eat, literally, an entire 5-gallon bucket of these fries. On the other hand, the fries had the perfect golden-brown color. Colorless is good when buying a diamond, bad when talking about a great sandwich bun. ![]() But there’s no need to get that fancy, spending some time on the grill would do wonders for the soft, colorless, room-temperature bun. You have a hot grill, why not slap some butter on that bread and lay it face-down on the grill for a minute? Penn Station runs theirs through some type of toaster conveyer belt to crisp the bread. The mix of the salty ham and the sweet pineapple makes a superb combination. The inside of the sandwich was really yummy. As you might expect it was a cross between a hot ham & cheese and a Hawaiian pizza. Today I selected the Hambrosia – Ham, pineapple, and Swiss cheese. Personally, I prefer Penn Station because they do a better job with the bread. Before the invention of Penn Station, this is where one would come if one wanted a hot, grilled sandwich made right before your very eyes. Little or no limitation on the quantity of tacos or ice cream that I am allowed to consume – now that’s the mark of wonderful grandparents.Įnough reminiscing – today it is a Steak Escape. They thought it was amusing to buy me as many tacos as I could eat. We went to Charleston Charlies games on occasion, and beforehand would come to this, then Taco Bell. It was during those times that I fell in love with this city. Growing up, I lived in Buckhannon and greatly enjoyed spending a week or two with my “City Grandparents” here in Charleston. Even before my fond memories of coming to Taco Bell at 2 in the morning after a night at Drink or Drown at the Edge, I would come here with my Grandparents. Thank goodness for the diagonal pull-in parking spots because there was no way I was going to successfully park this mother on a city street. I used to drive here in my 1984 Buick La Sabre with fifteen of my closest friends seated comfortably in the Barge Car’s velour backseat. I can remember coming to this location “back in the day” when I was a University of Charleston student and a Taco Bell sat here. The first day we attempted to eat here, we had to abandon the mission due to lack of available parking. As part of my ongoing research to find the five best fries in Charleston, I made a stop at Steak Escape. ![]()
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