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| - I'm finally ponying up to the bar, figuratively speaking, to post a review of this particular LongHorn. Now to be fair, let it be known that I'm not a huge fan of chains and being Kansas City born and bred, I think we know steak. So, that out of the way, let's continue.
I've been in this LongHorn at least 4 or 5 times. It's not my first choice but it's convenient to where I need to be/go and so it just happens. Each time, I've sat at the bar.
The food is, well..., LongHorn. It wasn't bad, wasn't good, wasn't memorable, but was quite edible. Even though I order medium-rare, they've gotten it right about half the time and the rest of the time it's over-done. I usually get a Merlot or Cab by the glass and in every case, it tasted as it should.
That's the good part of the review.
Now let me say that there is a bartender that has worked at the bar EVERY single time I've been there in the past year. I can't remember his name, but I wish I could because I would call ahead next time to find out if he's working. If he is, I'd go somewhere else.
He's ambivalent to your presence, ignoring you for long periods of time, never cracking a smile. If he were just business, that would be great with me, but in fact, he won't warn you of things important to you as a diner. Steaks come with a veggie, but he doesn't mention that asparagus has a surcharge. He also once didn't mention that he brought me a different wine because he was out of the other one. I tasted a difference and asked, upon which he admitted it. I guess the Bud Light crowd won't catch that one, eh?
These are mistakes that we'd forgive a server when they're nice, talkative, polite, and interesting. He's none of those.
So, I finally decided next time that if I walk in and he's there, I'm walking out and driving over to the Rusty Bucket on Kruse Drive. It's worth the extra 5 minutes, folks.
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