Praising the Bar

High marks for the Serbian fare at the Shenandoah Bar and Grill

Col. Tex Trailer, whose family has inhabited the same corner of Dutchtown for generations, informs me that, as a boy, his father was often sent to Behrmann's Tavern to fetch his grandmother's daily bucket of beer. An enterprising lad, Trailer the Elder one day hit on a brilliant scheme. He would secretly substitute a new pail for Granny's original one, identical in every respect except for its imperceptibly larger volume. Then he would skim off the excess, with nobody the wiser. Unfortunately, the scam went south when Behrmann's alert publican observed that Granny's bucket, for the first time in history, wouldn't fit under the tap; young Trailer was duly upbraided and sent packing.

A proper history of South Side taverns would expand beyond the scope of this column, but the topography of such places can be mapped according to a few common landmarks: cheap beer, simple food, a jukebox playing corny songs you haven't heard in 15 years, the same wizened regular sitting on the same shabby barstool, and the general impression that more than a few of the dust motes stuck to quirky relics on the backbar hail from the Kennedy administration. Did I mention cheap beer?

Owing to a myriad of urban social disorders, the corner tavern as a species currently faces extinction; a meander through the back streets of South St. Louis reveals the gutted, boarded-up ghosts of multitudes of neighborhood watering holes. Those that survive are to be savored as national treasures, especially when cookie-cutter abominations like Applebee's, billed as "your neighborhood bar and grill," sprout like plastic parasites from every pestilential strip mall.

Owner Djordje Korac of the Shenandoah Bar and Grill, which has stood sentinel over the intersection of Nebraska and Shenandoah avenues for more than 50 years. It enjoys further distinction as the only Serbian restaurant in town.
Jennifer Silverberg
Owner Djordje Korac of the Shenandoah Bar and Grill, which has stood sentinel over the intersection of Nebraska and Shenandoah avenues for more than 50 years. It enjoys further distinction as the only Serbian restaurant in town.

Location Info

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Shenandoah Bar & Grill

2855 Shenandoah Ave.
St. Louis, MO 63104-2343

Category: Bars and Clubs

Region: St. Louis - Soulard

Behrmann's Tavern

3155 Meramec St.
St. Louis, MO 63118

Category: Bars and Clubs

Region: St. Louis - South City

Olympia Kebob House & Taverna

1543 McCausland Ave.
Richmond Heights, MO 63117

Category: Restaurant > Greek

Region: Richmond Heights

Details

664-5900
Hours: 11 a.m.-10 p.m. Tue.-Thu. (will include Mon. after Sept. 13); 11 a.m.-11 p.m. Fri.-Sat.; noon-10 p.m. Sun.
Entrees: $4.99-$11.99
2855 Shenandoah Ave.

My trusty operatives, betrothed lovebirds Tex Trailer and Babs Woof, are lifelong aficionados of the working-class grog shop. It's next to impossible to find one whose stoop they have not darkened, so it was with a smirk of one-upsman's pleasure that I introduced them to the homespun ecstasies of the Shenandoah Bar and Grill. Known formerly as the Tip Top, the operation has stood sentinel over the intersection of Nebraska and Shenandoah avenues for more than 50 years. It enjoys further distinction as the only Serbian restaurant in town.

For the full Neighborhood Effect, we eschewed our automobile and strolled the two blocks from my house as generations have done before us. This leisurely saunter took only a little longer than the average hike from the parking lot to the lobby of a chain restaurant and was infinitely more rewarding. Along the way we dodged squealing kids on bikes, admired lawns like billiard tables in Compton Heights and patted an indolent dog.

Swinging through a venerable screen door, we spilled into a modestly appointed room that warmly embraced the traditional tavern floor plan: bar on one side, a dozen or so rickety tables on the other. Decorative touches ran to the beer-o-centric, including vintage curtains printed with the Hamm's logo and a poster of indeterminate origin reading "Beer: Helping Ugly People Have Sex Since 1862." Someone's tiny offspring were hurling darts more or less in the direction of an electronic board. Two televisions — a big screen on the floor, another over the bar — had the sound turned up even though they were tuned to different channels, which made for quite a jangle whenever the jukebox kicked in. I cast a questioning glance at connoisseurs Babs and Tex, which they returned with nods of approbation. So far, so good.

Owner Djordje Korac instantly manifested himself at our table and set about making us feel like his oldest chums. He grew up in this bar. His great-uncle, a Yugoslav immigrant, opened it in 1948, and Djordje (pronounced "George") started working here when he was 13. Eventually the building was sold, whereupon the Tip Top entered a sort of dark age, earning a reputation as a brawling redneck dive. When Korac reclaimed the family business last September, he was determined to restore it to the clean, well-lighted place he remembered as a kid. While his aunt and grandmother saw to the kitchen, Korac ousted the hooligans, ran off the crack dealers and lured in his affluent Compton Heights neighbors with Schlafly on tap and the promise of "good food and a good time."

After enriching our lives with pints of Schlafly Pale, Djordje waxed so poetic about the special 16-ounce pork chop that we had to order one. The disclaimer that it would take 20 minutes on the grill somehow added to its seductive allure. We were not disappointed. Our gargantuan chop arrived glazed with a mild barbecue sauce and flanked by a baked potato — an uncluttered, satisfying combination with which no fault could be found.

The chop took a bit longer than 20 minutes, but this was no cause for alarm; the Serbian Combo kept us plenty busy in the meantime. I have about as much experience with Serbian cuisine as you do, but if you've ever eaten a gyro at the Olympia, you get the general idea. Five cevapcici (sausages) and a pair of foot-long pork kebabs were heaped atop a warm pita and surrounded with an abundance of cubed feta, chopped onion and seasoned tomatoes. For 10 bucks, you can't beat it. The fragrant sausages were from a family recipe, and glistening nuggets of skewered pork suggested real backyard barbecue. The garnishes were a meal in themselves: The imported feta had a flirty, subtle flavor unlike the salty, in-yer-face tang of grocery-store varieties. And the tomatoes! These vermillion beauties were surprisingly lush and sweet, rivaling the overpriced homegrowns proffered by the trendiest bistros.

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