By Dave Faries
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The Name Says It All

Butch's Steakhouse, Hershey

 

Dave Faries

The well-appointed bar at Butch's, framed oddly enough by freshwater fish trophies.

There’s no pretense about this place.

Why should there be in little Hershey, Nebraska? But even the name—Butch’s—conjures mental images of a portly, no nonsense shop owner in a stained white apron plying his cleaver in the days of neighborhood joints and “Father Knows Best.”

And, yes, it is a steakhouse, which wedges the Hershey mainstay into an already crowded file of small town grills serving choice, glistening slabs of red meat. Order a strip or ribeye and you know what to expect.

Even their chicken fried steak slumps with the familiarity of a Saturday afternoon on a timele...



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