Restaurant Review, Spencer’s Restaurant 10437 Rosedale Hwy Bakersfield, CA 93312

Restaurant Review, Spencer’s Restaurant 10437 Rosedale Hwy  Bakersfield, CA 93312

I clean my ears with a crayon as I call herself the fields during this mind filtering colocation of situations, generally by a meal space when I see people’s exhaustion of comfort.  Spencer’s treatments between seats and bare confections are layers of their hospitality lining this getaway culture of midget racing and meat love.  An excellent condition is in Spencer’s full terms with their second nature of BBQ and country favorites like Liver & Onions and peach halves.  Bakersfield’s sports-like influenza is implied through the patrons’ motor senses for Golf Channel and homely family communion; to define Bakersfield’s culture, Spencer’s restaurant system often develops because of the city’s cultural tokens like Biscuits & Gravy and what used to be the finished monochrome texture of motor-kart photographs.  Spencer’s peripheral building has ample shades of umbral darkness to coincide with the environment’s colors since a typical restaurant’s lighting is a meme of its tight reflections.  Spencer’s Restaurant is urban for an interested community of naïve efforts against a quick, temporary food-house, and their quantified, familiar options like big cheeseburgers and Fish & Chips illustrate Spencer’s concerns for a true dining experience, committed with gusto and rad motives for American plates such as their spicy ingredients and salads from Asian cultures.  Spencer’s Restaurant lives with cultural substances that make our skin softer and lighten up those days for resting away from our professions.  My family is family with Bakersfield’s people because we’re a rebreathing bunch of rustic eyes for wild flavors in a time when businesses are experiencing castration due to corporate jealousies and obnoxious commercials.  Spencer’s Restaurant serves the good temperatures with ice cream and sandwiches, and Spencer’s receptive euphoria is a lush clue to the diner’s rebound tenderness toward some of Bakersfield’s un-recessive customers.  I get a fever for the caffeine while I’m drinking at long moments, and there’s a recurring admiration for Hershey’s creamers and Diet Coke in wide and tall, engraved cups.  I hope I can give comprehensive drug information, but I’m not the first addict of coffee, and Spencer’s partial or accomplished decoration is a real effect in which all of a restaurant’s looks is both extraneous and a welcoming daydream.  Some of Yelp’s reviewers have the pleasure of hating with constant shock, but Spencer’s cast of servers to me is bilateral in terms of morals since they march through the dining lobby as a hearing gain between varied interests with tender but somewhat neutral presentation.  There are local favorites in Bakersfield that I can’t recommend enough: the Philly Sandwich is hot and wet; Biscuits & Gravy come with a thick, congealed sauce; Smucker’s Jam is a treasure and a gift; and there’s a perfect island where a family produces high quality Tabasco sauce.  Besides, Spencer’s Restaurant is in the stage of excitement for Mother’s Day and the touch of Bakersfield’s hands.       

Joe H.'s photo from Yelp.
Thanks Joe!