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| - Free onion petal from Yelp. Why not? We were on the east side, en route home from Milwaukee and we were all hungry. Texas Roadhouse solved that problem with unlimited rolls and cinnamon butter, the onion petal and portions large enough to feed an average-sized Mormon family. After the rolls, the onion petal and the complimentary peanuts in the shell, the first of my meal's two sides arrived -- a nice cup of beefy chili covered with cheddar and onions. I was officially full by the time my rib-and-chicken combo arrived with a side of creamy, scallion-topped mashed potatoes. It was all above average if not swanky-steakhouse quality, but I didn't expect that for the price. The ribs were grilled not smoked, tender and the sweet sauce was nice, although not very Texas-like. The chicken was a juicy, thick boneless/skinless breast, grilled and slathered in the same sauce. The wife had the same chicken breast, but hers was on a sandwich. Her steak fries were nothing special. Our son's steak was ordered medium well, cooked right, and neither tough nor grisly; our daughter's chicken tenders were, well, fried chicken tenders. Nothing offensive other than the nutritional hell-hole in which we allow our kids to live. You can tell their meats are not frozen. Feather in their cap. Careful on your way to the restroom. The grease from the kitchen makes the floor back there as slick as the Beltline after a fresh December snowfall. The line dancing by the very friendly staff is a corny cliche that non-Texans apply to Texas, but I get what they're trying to do.
I wouldn't make a special trip to Texas Roadhouse, but if there's one in the neighborhood at the right time of day, I might stop in.
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