Yes :-) Remi's review (Sep 7th 2005)

Located just off of I-90, Paul Bunyan is probably your best bet for a good quick meal in Post Falls. Or any meal in Post Falls for that matter, seeing that there’s almost a complete void of good restaurants in that town. (The White House Grill and a couple of Mexican places excepted.)

Paul Bunyan burgers are pretty much what you’d expect from a good fast-food place, and doesn’t offer any huge surprises. This is probably a good thing, seeing that the place is solely staffed with 16 year old girls. Nothing wrong with that, but I doubt their culinary skills go beyond flipping burgers.

The menu is fairly varied, and you can also get stuff like corndogs. Their huckleberry shakes are, apparently, “famous” also.

So yeah, Paul Bunyan’s burgers are good, and it sure the hell beats going to McDonald’s.

Yes :-) Patrick's review (Aug 12th 2006)

In local burger folklore, it’s always Hudsons that gets all the glory. Okay sure, the place has been there serving the same product for a hundred years but so what? Want fries? Too bad – try ordering them and they’ll look at you like you just asked for Bald Eagle McNuggets. Take away the “secret recipe” (do I taste horseradish?) hot mustard and ketchup and the burgers become suddenly very plain. It’s so crowded in that tiny joint you have to sit elbow-to-elbow with some less-than-appetizing stranger nearly as old as the place itself. Not for the claustophobic.

Paul Bunyan must be the second oldest burger joint in town, having been in the same spot since sometime in the fifties. My mother worked there during it’s glory years when she was a teenager. For years it was the teenybop hot spot, a place for car cruisers to gather. By the time I was a kid, the place was pretty run down, and they demolished and rebuilt about ten years ago. It seems like the place lost a bit of charm after the rebuild – I can remember sitting outside the place at grungy carved-up picnic tables and having corn dogs and vanilla coke in the shade of some kind of dilapidated multicolored fifties plastic canopy structure that would cast odd pink and orange shadows onto the ground. Now the place is rather plain – grey brick, crisp white interior – exactly like the two newer locations in Post Falls and Hayden. However, the giant original iconic sign of Paul himself still stands out front, winking at passersby.

The menu remains nearly identical to how it was 50 years ago as well. Where else can you get a Blue Ox Burger or a Hammy Whammy (mmmm – layers of thin fried ham and yellow mustard on a doublesize roll)? Their food is typically very good – a hometown joint with food made fresh and with a flair of originality you can only find at old small-town joints like this. The onion rings are killer – hand battered and fried to a perfect golden brown until they’re stuck to each other – so good right down to the little crunchy bits left at the bottom of your little red-and-white checkered tray. They will flavor your Coke with vanilla, cherry, chocolate and probably a dozen other flavors. They have fresh Huckleberry shakes for goodness sake, although they will cost you. In fact, I noticed that everything on the menu suffered a dramatic price hike recently, and a meal here can add up quick. The food is normally worth it here, but you could spend the same amount at Applebee’s or something and at least feel a little fancy.

Now, the reason why I felt compelled to feature Paul Bunyan on this blog – a recent bad customer service experience. I guess this isn’t really a surprise considering the caliber of 16 year old airhead girlies that typically run the place, but so far I’ve been lucky, and I eat there every few weeks. Hungry after work one day last week, I cruised into the drive through and ordered my usual Double Bacon Cheeseburger and small onion rings with fry sauce and a large Cherry Coke. The wait is always long here, but it’s forgivable since everything is made fresh when you order it.

I pulled up and peered into the closed drive-up window as one of the girls yammered away on the phone, talking and laughing, which she continued to do for at least five minutes during which time I could clearly see my finished food sitting there waiting to be bagged and handed out to me. My patience was wearing thin for this girl who seemed gum-smackingly oblivious to my basic need for sustenance. She eventually put down the phone and handed my bag of food out to me and immediately closed the window, and I got halfway home before I realized she had forgotten to hand me my large Cherry Coke. I was pissed, but I decided I was too hungry to go back, I’d just take the loss and have water, it’s better for me anyway.

I got home, just starving, sat down and pulled my food out of the bag and realized to my horror that the !@%$#%@ forgot my !@%$#%@ fry sauce! That was it, my temper was shot. I could handle the forgetting-the-Coke thing, but there was no way I was eating cold onion rings with no dip! I flew back down there (all four blocks), pulled in and barked into the drive-thru box, telling them how they forgot my stuff and how hungry and upset I was and – I’m not joking here, there was a long pause and the girl comes on: *(Audible sigh)* “Well, sir, what do you expect me to do about it.” Naturally a million things flooded my brain, all of which I’m too polite to commit to print. Ultimately, I decided to not risk teen-girl spit appearing in my food and calmly replied, “Well, my dear, you can cook me a fresh order of onion rings since mine are ice-cold by now, along with the drink I paid for and the dip I ordered in the first place, and the sooner the better because I am rabidly hungry and now grouchy as a bear.” *(audible sigh, smack of gum)* “Well, I guess we can do that.” Damn skippy,

When I got to the window, all the Paul Bunyan girls lingered in the back like a flock of turkeys, bobbing thier necks trying to get a look at the !@%$#%@. You could feel the tension as top-ponytail girl opened the slider, wide-eyed: “Oh mah gawd ah am sooooo soooory bout thay-at!” she drawled, dripping with faux sincerity. I grumbled “Whatever…I’m just hungry, I guess…” and grabbed my food and drink, and noticed three cups of dip in my bag.
I probably won’t let one bad experience ruin my relationship with Paul. I decided the other day to try and cut out burgers and junk food and eat healthy anyway, and if that goes well, by the time I visit again they’ll have a newer, younger set of teen girls for me to razz.

Overall rating: Food 8/10 – Ambience 4/10 – Service 2/10

Yes :-) Taylor's review (Apr 10th 2008)

Paul Bunyan’s is my favorite place. I absolutely LOVE their shakes. They are the best ones in the world (=
The only problem with Paul Bunyan’s is they are really slow. It’s like their a sit down restaurant in disguise as a fast-food restaurant. HA!