My close friends and family know that the biggest craving I have is a good steak. Now, to be fair my husband is an amazing cook, so there are big shoes to fill when it comes to steak, so I am taking that into consideration during this review. Twice I've been to LongHorn and I am in complete wonderment how a restaurant who's genre is American Steakhouse is anything but American. First I'll start off with my French Onion Soup (ok French, not American) on two different occasions, in fact two different years, the onions were semi-crunchy.. I don't have to say anything more about that.. just not my cup of soup (pun intended).
Second- my daughter and I ordered a filet (a girl after my own heart). When it arrived, it was butterflied. She didn't know any better (bless her heart) but I was confused. My medium rareness never stood a chance. It just wasn't pretty and I'll steak my reputation on that:). The service was fast.. too fast, like 'round up the cattle and get 'em out ' fast. I guess that can be a good thing when your heartburn kicks in after eating their French Onion soup, but I prefer to eat out at a slower pace.