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| - The first time we went to Gordon Biersch was right after they opened, and we'd gone for Happy Hour. That was before the economy tanked, and we had been spoiled by Kona Grill's HH offerings, which lamentably are now a ghost of its past glory (Bring back that Goat Cheese Pizza!!!). Gordon just couldn't compare, so we never went back, that is, until we were invited for one of those "Listen to Our Spiel and We'll Serve You Dinner" events, held in the small private room wayyy in the back of the restaurant, even past the rest rooms. Out the back door and we'd be on Lake Mead Blvd.
We had a choice of three items, preceded by a small Caesar salad: Pasta Marinara, Chicken Teriyaki & Shrimp Tempura, and Chicken in Marzen sauce. I ordered the chicken, having no idea what Marzen sauce was supposed to be - with an umlaut, no less - but I wasn't as smart as a friend of ours, who ordered it without any of the sauce, because that turned out to be a heavy, gloppy, pinkish concoction with mushrooms. Hubby ordered the same thing. It was served with garlic mashed and some soggy vegetables.
I realize that this dinner may not have been entirely representative of GB's usual fare, but it should be an enticement to get the patrons trapped for two full hours before a morsel of food was served (definitely NOT Gordon Biersch's doing, I'm sure) to want to come back and order from the regular menu. Except for excellent service, nothing about the food will make my restaurant bucket list.
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