Our waitress was exceptional, but the food was nauseating. Literally. My date and I just went to our respective restrooms to throw up. They took some off of our bill, because we barely ate anything and we looked super sick, but I wish we'd just never gone inside. As we were waiting for our table in front of the restaurant, an old man with a walker whom had just come out of the restaurant started urinating immediately in front of the Texas Roadhouse. That should have been a sign. Would have preferred to eat gas station hotdogs.