506 West Simplot Boulevard
Caldwell, ID 83605
Canyon County
Phone: (208) 454-9235
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by Jeff E. on Chips are whole grain, salsa is unexpectedly spicy - it kicks up 2 or 3 seconds after you eat it. Sadly, the chips and salsa were the best part of my meal. The enchiladas mole (1 beef, 1 chicken) were meh. The beef (ground beef, not steak) was flavorless, pretty much just 80/20 beef cooked with no salt or pepper. The mole was very oily, and not much chocolate or pepper taste to speak of. Our waitress was kind of strange - when she came to take our order she just looked at us for a second, then went to another waitress, brought her over, and they held hands while taking out order. Huh? Anyhoo - there is much better Mexican food in Austin - skip this place.
by Tori Rubero on Met up with a group of friends last Saturday night for dinner and dancing at SOB's. The doorman/bouncer was a big, friendly dude. He showed us in with a smile. You don't have to pay a cover if you reserve a table for dinner, though there is a minimum per person (I think it's around $30). Oh, and girls get in free from 10pm-11pm. Score! The place was pretty empty at 8:30. Actually, it never got totally packed with people -- sounds like Saturdays are more tame than Tuesdays! The live Brazilian band started their first of 3 sets around 9pm, and there was an AMAZING samba dancer for one of the songs. She was totally decked out in 6-inch platform knee boots, feathers and a teeny-weeny bikini. Work it, girl!! Dinner was forgettable; drinks were strong. I was more interested in the dancing anyway, and was happily entertained the entire night by a friendly and fun crowd that ranged in age from 20- to 40-somethings. There were some incredible dancers (guys included) and also plenty of people like me who just like to have fun. The DJ played some great mixes to keep the crowd going between live sets, too. I'd love to catch more live music here, and maybe grab a partner for a dance or two!
by Michael P. on "Are you on the guestlist tonight?" The answer to the question is irrelevant. In an instant, your third-eye sends subliminal shockwaves directly to his cerebellum, and a mutual respect is founded in a silent exchange. No attitude, no gimmicks, no pressure. Just intention. Pure, directed, unadulterated intention. Game recognizes game, and tonight your game is so tight its painful. Your collar pops itself. Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-s titz-Boom-stitz (Can you hear the beat.) Velvet chains peel back like the doors on the Enterprise. The cover is waived. Your not walking. Your standing in place and the earth is moving beneath you. All eyes on you. And the gorgeous creature by your side. Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-s titz-Boom-stitz (Don't you wanna come inside?) You descend into crimson darkness. But its not time to dance yet. A quick detour to the bathroom reveals tightly-packed unisex black booths. Thoughts shift. "How many would fit in here?" Two bobcats? One cougar?" Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-s titz-Boom-stitz (Add soulful deep house vocals.) The plush lovechair invites you into it's lap like a high-priced hooker. Before you can lift a finger, drinks materialize out of nowhere into your hands. They're from the host upstairs. Like the bonsai tree sprouting in the center of the club, the raw, visceral, organic nature of your ubersexuality is sensed by all. It cannot be denied. Your on the motherf$#%ing guestlist now. Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-stitz-Boom-s titz-Boom-stitz (Your almost there.) The floor is teeming with exotic wildlife. The DJs got a trio of turntables in a wicked threesome, and he's about to do a spit roast. But the gorgeous creature's in front of you now, writhing in a dance of electromagnetic energy. She's been waiting for this all night. Eyes close, sweat drips. Fingers search and find their comfort zone... and hers. The universe is collapsing in on itself. And your sun's about to go supernova.
