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| - I found myself (alone) searching for somewhere to grab lunch, in a town I'm not familiar with and while my phone was dying. We have Texas Roadhouse in my town (Boise, ID) but I have yet to try it, so I figured I would give it a shot.
When I walked in, they were in the middle of a line dance. I love this kind of atmosphere! I was seated quickly (after they were done dancing) and my waitress welcomed me shortly after. I let her know I had never been in, so she sat down at my table and went over the menu with me - which I appreciated.
The hostess brought rolls and butter when she seated me, so I went ahead and dove in while I was pondering the menu. The cinnamon butter was a great touch, and was perfectly sweet. I could tell the rolls would be good.. If mine hasn't been overlooked. The tops were brown and hard. Frankly, I was surprised they served them. But, I peeled off the top and went with it. What was left was airy, slightly sweet, and perfectly carb-a-liscious.
I went with a favorite of mine - Country Fried Chicken and cream gravy, with a side of loaded mashed potatoes and apple sauce. (I find it neat you can order applesauce as a side!) My waitress asked if I wanted the steak topped with anything, so of course I went with sautéed onions!
When my food finally came, I realized my eyes had been much bigger than my stomach. Very big portions!
The chicken was okay, but the breaking kept falling off and the chicken itself was bland. The breaking was okay. The gravy was pretty good, but nothing to write home about. And the onions... Oh the onions. First off, I'm an onion lover! But there had to be nearly a whole onion on top of my dish, which was over the top and left the dish filled with the taste of onion (rather than complimenting it). Second, the onions weren't nearly sautéed enough. More than half of them were still perfectly white and crunchy. I was not pleased to find nearly raw onions overbearing my dish.
The mashed potatoes were really good, along with the toppings, but they could have scaled it back with the cheese. I couldn't see anything under the yellow/orange blockade, so my first bit was nearly all butter.
The applesauce was okay, but clearly just something out of a jar. I was actually expecting homemade. (And would have loved for it to have been hot.)
My strawberry lemonade was okay, but was just some syrup mixed with fountain lemonade. Would have loved to see real strawberries.
Maybe I'm picky when it comes to places like this, but I was spoiled to grow up going to The Original Roadhouse in Salem, Oregon - which blows this place out of the water.
I don't plan on checking out my local one anytime soon.
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