Hunter's Ale House

I gave Hunter’s another chance, hoping they’d revamped the ranch. Spoiler: they didn’t. Still the same store-bought sadness with a hint of sour. Come for the cheese curds and maybe some steak fries, but skip the ranch if you value your tastebuds.

Let me start by saying, I wanted to believe. It had been a while since I’d been to Hunter’s, mostly because their ranch and I had a falling out. But when I saw the updated menu, I thought—maybe, just maybe, they got the memo. And since it’s owned by the same folks who run The Cabin (whose ranch is Top-Notch by the way), I figured there was hope.

There wasn’t.

The ranch arrived and immediately gave me nothing to work with, no smell, no character, just suspicion vibes. I did the hopeful eyebrow raise, dipped in… and immediately regretted everything. It’s the same store-bought sadness it’s always been, maybe even worse with a little sour note riding shotgun that hits the back of the tongue. I tried to pivot and use the raspberry sauce from the cheese curds on my pizza as a Hail Mary. Don’t do that. It was a moment of desperation, and I’ve learned my lesson.

That said, I do like some of the food here. The cheese curds with the raspberry sauce? Still a win. And their thin little pizzas scratch a very specific bar food itch. Plus, my husband was living his best life with a plate of steak fries (his favorite). So the meal wasn’t a total bust. Just… don’t go in hoping the ranch has changed. She hasn’t.