I suppose you should be careful trying any dining option found in a mall. Yet sometimes you do want to live dangerously, and Holeshot is the place to do just that. When the Germ-X is out on the bar, you know you are in for a wild ride.
Advertising a selection of craft beer, I can’t help but wonder if the proprietors of this fine establishment might have misunderstood the meaning of “craft”. I’ll give them that the selection of the Bud Cheladas is impressive, but I guess I would expect a top pick to be something a bit more highfalutin than Irish Death when you want to be… Whatever Holeshot may think it wants to be.
The pizza was downright offensive. Cardboard crust stuffed with under-cooked mush. Grease and something one might mistake for pepperoni and cheese tossed on top. It is what nightmares and dysentery are made of, surrounded by the charming aesthetics only a mall could bring.
Truly and honestly I’m all for somebody opening a spot like what this should have been in a mall, but good grief, this is one of the worst dining experiences I’ve had over the last few years. Bowl’z Bitez and Spiritz might be gone, but its memory livez on, right here at Holeshot.
PS! The Gerald Broflovskis of Spokane have actually given the spot a perfect score on Yelp. Thank you, and goodnight.