A picky eater with lots of allergies and her husband review Texas Steakhouse & Saloon.
Marshal Dillon Ribeye
All Right
Dan’s meal started out nice. A fresh salad topped with a delightful balsamic vinaigrette which wasn’t watered down at all. Finely grated cheese topped the salad which was a bonus that made up for the flavorless homemade croutons. Still, the salad was good enough for Dan to eat the whole thing. However he did remark that if he wasn’t so tired he might not have liked it so much.
Not Too Bad
Next on our dining adventure – Blooming Petals. Dan and I were both surprised by the presentation: a basket of fried onion strips. Not rings and not like a familiar Bloomin’ Onion at another popular chain restaurant. Despite this, Dan found them easier to eat. No needing to tear the onion pieces apart and no accidentally slurping the onion out of the ring. There was definitely more breading than onion and no seasoning, but Dan dipped them into the accompanying spicy sauce and the petals were much better. He would have preferred more spice, and he admitted he was actually tired enough to care. However, according to Dan they were likely homemade based on the flaws in the breading, and anything homemade should be better. I, on the other hand, prefer my onions hotter than a jug of red ants, but that was not the case. These onions were lukewarm, and that’s in temperature not spice because I don’t do spice. Also, Dan noticed that some of the petals were actually fried pickles at which point I stopped munching them because tasting a pickle was something I had no interest in doing.
Pretty Bad
Dan’s main course arrived with his baked potato next to a thin piece of steak. He eyed the potato with concern, then attempted to pierce it with his fork. It was like a rock. He used a knife to crack it open and added a generous amount of butter, trying to use his fork to fluff it up. Now, hold ‘yer taters because he described it as weird, perhaps microwaved. The texture was off and he’d never experienced a potato quite like it. He stopped after two bites. The steak was nothing to look at. In fact, Dan had never seen a sadder piece of meat. Marinated in spices and a citrus sauce, it tasted more like it had been sloshed in marinade and steamed. The best part for Dan was that it was very rare which he prefers, but the only reason he ate the steak was because he was really hungry. He really wanted to like it more. And believe me when I say he was as sincere as a five-dollar funeral.
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