| rev:text
| - I have never been to a Longhorn Steakhouse before but the commercials looked good. I guess I am easily manipulated. Noticed that this location was finally open so I went a few weeks ago to check it out. After looking at some of the other reviews for this place I think I must have come on a good night or something because I thought it was pretty good. Much better than that "Australian" place across the street. Once again I realize that as far as steakhouses goes this pales in comparison to a real steakhouse. This is after all a corporate franchise. Still I thought it was pretty good. Food and service were great. Except for that damn clown that kept trying to steal my treasure.
When I walked in we were immediately greeted and shown to a table. Our server came over, I thing her name was Melissa I am horrible with names sometimes, she seemed very friendly and outgoing. She asked if we had been there before and we confessed we were noobs. So she explained how everything worked. Took our drink order and left us to look over the menu. Had to get some kind of steak of course. Settled on the Rancher's Sirloin with bacon, a sunny side up egg and bordelaise sauce. Ordered it med-rare of course. Hands off my treasure you stupid clown. The bread they served was nice and warm. Salad was good maybe just a little too much dressing. My only real compliant the whole night. Then the steak came out. It looked really good. Bacon and the egg all over it and a nice loaded baked potato. The steak knife they give with your meal wow. That is a real steak knife. Had some good weight to it. Definitely not a flimsy puny steak knife you get some other places. Now that stupid clown will leave me alone. I have a big knife.
Cutting into the steak, it was cooked darn near perfect. It had a great color. The meat by itself tasted great but with the bacon, egg and especially that bordelaise sauce knocked it up a few notches. I think I am in love with that sauce it was really good.
Overall I thought it was a good place. Nice decor, great service, never wanted for anything, more water, more drinks, more bread, they were right there. Food was good too. Now I know that a real steakhouse could trounce this place with both hands tied behind their back but for an everyday nice steak dinner out it is pretty good.
The other good thing was they caught that stupid clown. It turned out to be Mr. Alvin Jones in disguise trying to scare everyone off so he could buy the land really cheap and then sell it to the city at triple the cost for their new parking garage which his construction company had the contract to build. Boy if it weren't for those meddling kids. Now let's get some steak. Rah, ret's rall rav rum rake. Mmmmmmhehehehehe.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)
![[cxml]](/fct/images/cxml_doc.png)
![[csv]](/fct/images/csv_doc.png)
![[text]](/fct/images/ntriples_doc.png)
![[turtle]](/fct/images/n3turtle_doc.png)
![[ld+json]](/fct/images/jsonld_doc.png)
![[rdf+json]](/fct/images/json_doc.png)
![[rdf+xml]](/fct/images/xml_doc.png)
![[atom+xml]](/fct/images/atom_doc.png)
![[html]](/fct/images/html_doc.png)