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| - So we sit down and our server says, "hi I'm Shelly Mac and I'll be taking care of you tonight..." and then something to the effect of "and you're gonna have a great meal because I'm the best". Settin' some pretty lofty expectations...
Well, she was not bs'ing... she's legitimately the best... not just at this Texas Roadhouse or even the chain... she may literally be the best at what she does universally. She's the nexus of energy, hospitality (like Mom makes you feel) and entertainment (she's the person you wanna hang with in Vegas).
Ridiculously great service aside, the rest of the experience was solid. Pork Chops were nicely done. Ribs were literally falling off the bone.
Drinks (margarita & Kenny's cooler) were decent but a bit sweet (though what should I expect when I order a blue cocktail?).
It's been a while since we hit a Texas Roadhouse. I almost forgot what a great place it is for a casual dinner.
There was one slight oddity this evening. For one reason or another, there was an awkward, sullen young lady (looked at least a few years too old to be a Girl Scout). drifting thru the restaurant carrying a vendor box (you know, like how they sell cookies and popcorn at a ballgame?) full of Girl Scout cookies that read only "We Accept Visa / MasterCard" across the front. It had a pink fun noodle around the strap (ostensibly to provide some padding for her neck).
It is that time of year and obviously she was there to sell cookies, but all she did was walk around aisles of the restaurant - not a word, a smile, or even eye contact. Basically, a Zombie. After the fifth time she passed by, it was kinda creepy. This went on the whole hour we were there. She must have floated by like 15 times.
Then, as we left, what I think was her partner was sitting outside in the bed of a truck right outside the door. At least he was selling as you might expect...
It clearly wasn't a restaurant-supported charity thing (not a mention from staff). It's like the management just them set up shop. Just odd.
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