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| - With all the Red Robins all over the country, I think I stopped at only one once on the road in California. But we figured we'd give the one in Downtown Summerlin a try.
It was cold and windy outside, but inside was so much worse. Icy air blasted from the AC, and there was nothing that could be done. One manager came over to apologize, said their AC is controlled by corporate, which is in Colorado. I guess they're too stoned out up there to care. Later, that manager returned with another one, only to sympathize with us sitting in our winter jackets trying to eat dinner. Maybe offer a hot toddy?
Our waiter, Drew, was excellent. He brought me a taste of the house chardonnay, because I don't usually drink that and they don't stock Riesling. It was passable and cheap. Our food was hit or miss. Mine was a hit - I had the chicken bruschetta sandwich, served on a torta roll. I liked that I was able to get salad instead of the fries, without an upcharge. Hubby ordered the turkey burger, and wasn't happy when the bun completely fell apart, making it hard to eat. His fries were soggy, but Drew replaced them with hot, crispy ones.
I can't enjoy any meal when I'm shivering from unnecessary cold. Too many joints in Vegas blast the AC during the winter, but this was exceptionally bad, and that's the outstanding takeaway from this experience.
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