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| - HOW does this place have an average of 3 stars??? I am giving one star because there's no way to go any lower! Eeek!
I have lived in PHX for more or less 25 years. It's been at least 22 since I've been into a Big Apple and now I remember why.
There was a large group of us - and we came in at staggered times. I know this is a hassle for the server - as she got the orders technically correct and all the seperate checks were accurate, I will say our server, Juanita, was completely acceptable. I would say I prefer my servers to have all their key teeth - but that's just snobby and irrelevant to the service, so I'll let it go.
Food - the value here would be great for a steakhouse - if it was good.
The zucchini app for the table was A-OK. It's a mountain of sliced breaded and fried zuc - and it was fried right and served piping hot.
The salad dressings threw me off a bit. No regular Italian or Balsamic Vinaigrette - but a RASPBERRY vinaigrette? At a value steakhouse? The French dressing is a CINNAMON French. Not bad...but I'm not a fan of dessert flavored iceberg lettuce. :)
For entree, I chose the ribeye with baked potato. The potato was fine. I wish I could say the same about the meat - but I still can't figure out how they managed to make a rib eye tasteless. It was on the rare side of the medium rare I ordered - and with that much fat, it should have been delicious. But, no. Not a morsel of flavor to be found in the whole 12oz serving. (Half was consumed for next day lunch - the extra aging didn't help. :) In fact - my dog wasn't even impressed.)
Nothing wrong with the corn on the cob - as long as it's cooked I think that's hard to mess up.
I am guessing the baked beans were ok - some people must like the cloyingly sweet 3 parts brown sugar to 1 part bean recipe. Personally, I am not a fan, so I didn't enjoy them.
The decor is cowboy steakhouse. Very similar to any other cowboy steakhouse. (LoneStar, Texaz Roadhouse, etc.) But - that brings us to the restroom.
Parents - shield your children!
Nature called, so I went to check out the restrooms. I understand sometimes old plumbing allows odors to linger that newer buildings don't have issues with. As I walked the hall toward the restroom doors, the outhouse smell grew with each step.
Once in the ladies' room, the smell was almost noxious. I know it's clean and germ free in there - as the smell of bleach competed with the sewage smell. As I became nauseated, I pondered if I'd be able to hold my breath until I was finished, put back together and hand washed. I even considered skipping washing my hands, as we did have wet naps on the table. Anything to get out of there faster! (I did wash my hands, but didn't take time to dry them, and re-zipped and buttoned my jeans as I was walkling back the outhouse stinking hallway back to the dining room.)
I've heard it mentioned that everyone has thier own personal hell - not necessarily the fire and brimstone depictions. If this is true, I will do my best to be a good girl the rest of my life - I am afraid this place with it's stink restrooms, tasteless meat and strange "mordern" salad dressings (strange for an old fashioned cowboy steakshouse, anyway) may very well be the hell I'd be sent to if my good deeds didn't add up at final judgement.
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