1/5 mike N. 2 years ago on Google
My
son’s
Birthday
dinner
request
was
a
resounding,
“steak
and
ribs!”.
With
no
time
to
cook,
that
narrowed
the
search
down
to
a
few
restaurants
in
the
area.
The
Blooming
onion
commercial
recent
within
my
memory,
Outback
Steakhouse
was
as
fine
as
choice
as
any
with
both
offerings.
Excited
for
a
good
meal,
we
were
happily
seated
in
a
small
booth
in
the
bar
area.
A
smaller
table
seemed
acceptable
for
a
family
of
4
with
2-under-10
year
olds.
However,
upon
noticing
another
section
of
the
restaurant
with
bigger
booths
available,
and
lacking
any
beer-chugging
bros
who’s
language
would
make
Eminem
blush,
I
realized
that
perhaps
we
were
being
punished
for
bringing
along
2
uncultured
nuisances
to
such
a
fine
dining
establishment.
My
kids
did
not
pay
much
attention
to
their
surroundings
throughout
the
night,
thankfully,
and
my
child
happily
exclaimed
to
our
waitress,
“it’s
my
Birthday!”
once
we
arrived.
I
will
say
that
she
seemed
nice,
and
she
provided
a
nice
scoop
of
ice
cream
with
chocolate
and
caramel
on
it
for
the
birthday
boy
at
the
end
of
the
night.
An
appetizer
and
3
entrees
were
split
between
us
all,
it
was
more
than
enough
food
and
the
steak
was
cooked
perfectly.
I
thought
the
food
was
pretty
good
but
at
$25
per
entree
that
is
debatable.
I’ll
cook
next
time,
but
I
digress.
Our
bread
and
beverages
came
out
together,
which
would
be
fine
if
it
were
quick,
however
it
was
not.
I
ordered
our
bloomin’
onion
at
this
time
which
came
out
after
another
10
minutes
and
plopped
right
on
top
of
our
bread
board,
so
I
guess
no
more
bread?
Fine,
we
have
plenty
of
food,
but
picking
it
up
would
have
been
the
better
choice
since
we’re
working
with
a
small
amount
of
surface
area
here.
After
retrieving
an
onion,
my
wife
plops
her
wool
coat
sleeve
promptly
into
the
dipping
sauce,
“oops,
here’s
a
napk….wait
where’s
the
napkins?”,
I
say.
I
frantically
look
around
for
the
first
sign
of
help,
it’s
the
hostess,
“can
I
get
some
napkins?”
I
ask.
Now
even
though
these
were
intended
to
keep
the
moisture
off
the
bottom
of
beers,
I’ll
happily
receive
them.
I
Ordered
our
mains
and
requested
some
silverware,
“maybe
those
even
come
with
a
fancy
cloth
napkin?”,
I
thought.
They
did,
but
not
before
we
spent
10
minutes
contemplating
the
most
civilized
way
to
eat
soup
and
salad
without
cutlery.
We
would
drink
the
soup
like
a
hot
beverage
and
dunk
crisp
lettuce
leafs
into
the
dressing
with
pinkies
pointed
outwards,
we
had
figured
it
out.
But
alas,
my
numerous
reminders
finally
paid
off
and
we
were
provided
our
backordered
silverware.
A
few
other
gentle
reminders
throughout
the
evening
proved
to
work
wonders.
“This
isn’t
what
we
ordered”,
and
“You
forgot
something”
was
a
common
discussion.
I
know
a
bone
in
rib-eye
from
a
boneless,
and
certainly
know
when
my
mashed
potatoes
are
missing.
Our
plates
were
stacked
high,
much
like
you
see
at
a
crab
leg
buffet,
but
eating
in
your
lap
is
convenient.
And
since
you
are
always
leaning
over
your
plate,
we
didn’t
even
have
to
remind
the
children
of
this
manner
through
the
night.
The
full
rack
of
ribs
would
have
been
believable,
should
it
have
been
a
rack
of
rabbit.
I
had
to
double
check,
since
it
was
missing
the
largest
ribs,
and
was
wondering
where
they
got
such
small
pigs.
As
I
mentioned,
we
did
get
the
ice
cream,
which
tops
off
any
night,
and
we’re
grateful
for
that.
This
evening
has
left
a
scar
of
sorts
that
will
never
heal,
which
is
okay.
My
children
will
inevitably
hear
worse
things
as
they
grow
older,
and
we
will
have
worse
dining
experiences,
hopefully
in
a
3rd
world
country,
later.
We
go
out
to
a
restaurant
to
be
waited
on,
for
the
experience,
and
to
eat
good
food.
There
are
many
other
restaurants
in
the
world
and
even
in
Layton
that
can
provide
that,
so
I
say,
goodbye
to
you
Outback,
and
god
speed.
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