The only reason we went here was because I had a birthday coupon for $18 off an entree. It was crowded and we waited about 25 minutes for a table; in fact, the whole event took a little over 2 hours and since we went here after a hike, we were eager to get home and shower so both of us got impatient.This chain is a poster child for obese overfed glutton 'more is better' America. And i fell into it totally. I ordered the porkloin dinner which was a fatal last second switch from a curry chicken salad sandwich with spicy Thai coleslaw (oh, how i wish i had stuck to my original order.) The food here is good but its not real in a way; its plastic-y and corporate.
The salad with citrus viniagrette was tasty. I, once again, thought porkloin meant those tender medallions of pork tenderloin so I was disappointed. The portions are Andre the Giant sized so Bill will have a great lunch as I could only chew on 3 bites of the meat. There were roasted vegetables in an apple sauce which were good and a buttermilk biscuit which i slathered with a Claim Jumper volume of butter. And the pork was laid on slag heap mounds of a combo of mashed potatoes and stuffing mix which i think swelled up (like cellulose) in my belly because i got so bloated later on; my belly skin was as taut as African drums. This wierd combo of starches was the consistency of food one might serve a person with no teeth.
bill ordered beef ribs - His plate looked like King Henry the 8th had placed the order. He gave me one of his ribs to gnaw on (lady-like of course) and it was much much better than the pork; the marinade on the meat was delicious; spicy and smoky. He also got the same vegetables and just plain mashed potatoes. Bill also has another leftover lunch from his dinner.
I got a red velvet cupcake with a fancy chocolate drizzle design on the plate and a lit candle for my birthday. It was dry and without flavor but that didn't stop me from eating the top with the too sweet creamcheese frosting because by this time I was a Claim Jumper food whore.
Happy Birthday to me.
I think this restaurant causes food whoring and overeating. I am never satisfied, yet eat like a pig. I agree there is something "not real" about the food that makes you want to keep consuming more in an effort to find its missing essence. I honestly can't even remember dishes I've ordered here since they fade into a generic background as soon as I drive away - of course I've only been there twice and vow never to go back.
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