Jim W.
Yelp
Imagine you're a hapless catfish, swimming along, when suddenly a wave forces you from a bayou to the Dead Sea, where you die from the high salinity. But, the salt gives you the one and only intense flavoring. You are then chopped up and forgotten on the seabed where you become encrusted with barnacles. Congratulations, you are now ready to be plopped into deep fat fryer to be served at Juneberry Garage.
For those industrious enough to chop through this thick outer encrustation of rock hard tasteless black barnacles (nee' "breading"), there is a bit of catfish in the center like a geode pebble in a bolder. I'm not expecting haute cuisine from any place with "garage" in its name, but c'mon folks, have you even looked at what you're serving?
On the other hand, the arugula salad with cranberries was quite good (surprising for a burger/beer kind of place trying mightily to evince a sort of casual 1950s retro vibe).
I would have given them a single star, but I don't want to discourage would-be customer or the new proprietors who are surely struggling to make a go of it. I am hoping they are still working out the kinks because I really want them to succeed so we have a medium priced place to eat in the Shepherd Park neighborhood. I plan to return when the outdoor seating is open.
