So I came here with Kay and her parents and shockingly DID NOT ORDER A BURGER!
Let that cook in your brain for a second.
No, I tried the Riblets and Clucks, an entree that gets you some all-around spiffy "microribs" (nice sauce and tenderness) and some merely passable breaded chicken strips. The "endless" fries were as good as when I had them at the Red Robin near South Hills Village months ago, but does anyone order seconds of these, ever?
The creamy, timidly tangy cole slaw also agreed with me.
Eh, I should have just gotten a burger. It's great that RR offers a diverse bill of fare, but the Banzai Burger Kay's mom munched on made me envious.
Perhaps it was the flour-dusted bun. Yeah, that always does it.
Then again, wrapping it in bakery tissue is a cool touch too.
Damn, I want one now.
P.S. What is it with chains these days and their fascination with kitschy framed posters? It's as if you're in a teenager's bedroom that doubles as a pop culture museum...and a 50's style restaurant.
P.P.S. We weren't hungry enough for dessert.