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| - Now, just wait a minute, Tex. I had NO idea this place was so good. Brand my ass with a "B" and call me Buford, I just LOVES this joint.
Easter, just before high noon. After our hike, we wander around, thinking about having some ice cream, but you know. I'm really thinking about something more substantial. We were actually looking for a different place, but when we saw Longhorn, never having been to one, we took a shot.
Great people. The chef came out, twice, to talk with us. FOUR people checked in with us, but never obtrusively. The waiter did rattle off the prepared speech when he found out we were Longhorn virgins, but it was handled professionally. (No hugs, no high-fives, no tongues.) The Child Who Walks As A Goddess ordered an obscenely large dessert, and when we commented on the massive size, not complaining mind you, they comped it. First time there, they wanted to keep our business. That's very good management. (And she'll be eating if for dessert for several more days, thankyouverymudge.)
Okay, the food: I just had to get a steak, just a little one, nicely seasoned, very much to my order of done-ness, with a sweet potato topped with butter and cinnamon. Just perfect. The ladies had a salad and a kid's meal, both just right. The Salad Lady is oh-so fussy about her greens, and she raved.
Ignore that this is a chain, and that it is in mega-mall land. I recommend this one very highly. (Were I still able to sit at a bar and drink while watching some mind-numbing sport on TEEvee, I would land here. What a great place.)
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