I don't mean this to be necessarily negative, but Texas Roadhouse isn't so much a restaurant as it is a human foie gras farm.
My best friend and I love coming here on Friday nights, despite the crazy long wait time and crowds. The anticipation, hunger and stress of waiting only adds to the relief and elation when we are finally taken to one of the comfy 2-person booths and commence stuffing our faces with the first of a million dinner rolls with cinnamon butter.
Fried Pickles? Awesome.
Loaded Mashed Potatoes? OMG.
Getting Loaded Mashed Potatoes AND a Baked Sweet Potato with cinnamon butter and brown sugar as your two sides, AFTER stuffing yourself with a million rolls and cinnamon butter? Priceless.
I am always surprised when the bill comes, because it's always way less than I think it's going to be.
But then again, by the time I waddle my Texas-sized, stuffed self to my car afterwards, I have to say "Never Again!", but... by the following week, I get the visions of sugar rolls dancing in my head and then we find ourselves back in line...
Other than the dirty, peanutty floors, stressed out staff, earbud-bursting country music, waiting in line in a cramped, claustrophobic hallway to nowhere and terrible margaritas, this place is awesome!
P.S. - Please don't come here on your birthday. It stresses everyone else out when the entire restaurant staff is doing their song and clappy dance ON TOP OF the terrible PA music.