Stivers Restaurant

DO NOT EAT HERE!!!!!! I REPEAT DO NOT EAT HERE!!!! The management does nothing aside from gossip with the tall waitress in front of the kitchen. There was one waitress waiting on all the tables aside from 3 ( the place was full of 4 tops) who's daughter helped her buss the tables on what I assume was her day off. I ordered coffee, which was old and the creamer didn't even change it's color, cream of broccoli soup which was paste and not even LUKE WARM, THE CHEESE WAS STILL SHREDDED THROUGHOUT. And the best part a "HOT" beef sandwich with mashed potatoes. It was ICE COLD!!!!!! THE NAME SAYS ITS SUPPOSED TO BE HOT. THESE PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHUT DOWN THIS IS A HEALTH AND SAFETY HAZARD FOR THE COMMUNITY!!!!!!!

If we could give more than five stars we would. We came right after the kitchen closed and had another hour drive to our in laws with very little options for food in sight. We have two little ones and they took care of us despite our tardiness. The ENTIRE staff went above and beyond to accommodate our family. Not to mention the food was amazing!! Thanks again to everyone working on Thursday April 14. Xoxo

Found a piece of metal in my mashed potatoes, and when I show The Owner he questioned me, as if i put it in my own food!! The older woman who waited on us was EXTREMELY rude, and it took over an hour to get our food and there were not many people there. Food was undercooked, and was still charged for the meals. Will NOT be returning.. This place has gone wayyy down hill.

This review has to cover A LOT of territory, so I'll itemize: 1. If you are going for the ultimate bar experience, this might be your place. We were on the last leg of a long road trip and were in search of a restaurant that could meet my restricted dietary criteria. Online reviews seemed to suggest this place would suffice. 2. CoViD-19 protocols were at least given lip service, though one drunk patron continually tested the resolve of the bartender Kathy, who had to repeatedly reprimand him. At the time of our visit, the virus was spiking in Michigan and their efforts were better than in many establishments I've seen. 3. We attempted to order salads but were steered towards burgers instead, based on the quality of the ingredients. The burgers were an okay value for the money, $7.50 or so, but the coleslaw seemed rancid. 4. My vodka-and-cran-no-ice was perfectly tepid. 5. The clientele were intoxicated. All. Of. Them. And each uniquely so interesting and loud that we are left with indelible impressions of each and every one. Couldn't help it. 6. The environment was intoxicating, you might say. A thoroughly colorful and vibrant ambiance! Ironically, we stopped here because of the internet search, the menu, and because there was a rainbow in the sky near the bar. By the time we made it back to the interstate, and I was retelling the story of the Stivers Supper Saga to my sister in Texas, she noted that our long-planned and soon concluding road trip had turned into a Quentin Tarantino movie. (P.S. Might be triggering or offending to sensitive patrons.)