Dining in Texas: The Benefits of Eating at Texas Road House by Estephanie Contreras Quezada

Ever find yourselves wondering what a good restaurant would be, to dine out with
family? Well, if you’re like me, and enjoy a hearty steak dinner from time to time, Texas
Roadhouse is the restaurant for you. Texas Road house employees do everything possible to
make your dining experience the best it could be, leaving customers with a positive impression
of the restaurant and its wait staff. With an excellent selection of delicious dishes at an
affordable price, from various choices of appetizers, salads, entrees, and desserts, Texas Road
House stands as one of the best steak houses. In my family, the weekend is usually dedicated to
bonding with one another, which usually involves going out for dinner. My family, however, has
a hard time deciding on a restaurant. On one occasion, though, we all agreed on trying out Texas
Roadhouse; and I have to admit, it was one of the best decisions I’ve made. I now find Texas
Road House to be one of the best family restaurants in the Phoenix area.

Discovering Texas Road House

The evening is beginning to approach; and the whole family is hungry. My brother is
growing impatient because he has been sitting in the car for several minutes waiting on the rest
of us to get in the car. I am standing in the living room waiting for my mother to complete her
last check around the house (assuring that the lights are off and the doors are locked). After a few
minutes, we’re all strapped in the car and leaving the driveway.

As we approach Thomas Rd., my brother asks what we all want to eat. Several answers are shot from the entire car. However, no one seems to be on the same page. My mother craves Italian; my nephew wants pizza; and I’m in the mood for Chinese. Since we cannot come to a compromise, my brother decides that we are having dinner at Texas Road House.

As we pull up to the restaurant parking lot; and are looking for a place to park the car, my brother assures us that the food is delicious. We reluctantly follow him into the restaurant. As we enter the double doors, country music begins to fill my ears. I look  around and notice that to my left, through a glass window, fresh cuts of meat on display. I give my brother a doubtful glance; and he assures again the food is delicious. Not long after, a nice waitress approaches, and escorts us to an open booth. Again, my eyes roam the place and Western decorations catch my eye: cowboy hats, wild animal heads, horseshoes, cacti and other unconventional adornments.

We all take a seat around the booth, and are handed our menus. The waitress takes our drink orders, and runs to fetch them with a warm smile. In the center of the table, there are two buckets: one filled with peanuts and one empty. My brother begins helping himself to some peanuts and we all join in. Three minutes later, our waitress comes to hand us our drinks; and asks if we’re ready to order. As I skim through the menu, my brother orders our appetizers: The Blossom, Tater skins and rattle snake bites. We aren’t quite ready to order our meals, she excuses herself to allow us a little longer to decide on our entrees, assuring us she’d be back shortly to get everyone’s orders, and soon enough, she was gone to get our appetizers.

As I read the different entrée options, I can’t help but laugh at the names of some of them, such
as the “Road Kill Entrée”. Though the name does not seem appetizing, the dish itself seemed
delicious. The ingredients included chopped steak, cheese, and bacon--the perfect meal for me.
The waitress comes to our table; and my mouth begins to water at the amazing smell of the
appetizers. She sets them on the table, and pulls out a pocket notebook to take our orders. She
goes around the table jotting down orders and rushes to the kitchen, meanwhile we all start to dig
in, exploring the different appetizers at our table. The blossom was marvelously crunchy, yet
soft-- better than ordinary onion rings, the rattlesnake bites (jalapeños filled with cheese), and the
tater wedges topped with cheese and bacon just made my taste buds begin to go haywire. After
about fifteen to twenty minutes, our entrees arrive; and the air begins to fill with extraordinary
scents. Steaks, mashed potatoes, gravy, dinner roles, cinnamon butter, crispy fries and much
much more.

We all soon begin to eat. As I take my first bite, my taste buds begin to do their job.
The steak is seasoned to perfection and cooked thoroughly, the potatoes are outstanding, and
everything else well is cooked to its perfection. Our table begins to roar with conversation about
how amazing the food is; and soon, we begin to come to the same conclusion: that the food is
exquisite. The waitress comes around a few more times to check for refills, and ask if everything
is well. As we are all just about finished with our meals, the waitress approaches us once more,
suggesting desserts. My brother orders pie; my nephew gets ice cream; my mother opts for the
loaded sweet potato; and I am too full to even consider having dessert. The waitress returns once
again, with their desserts, and clears off the table. As we are finishing up, she comes one last
time with the check in hand. She asks if we enjoyed our meals; and all once, we begin to
compliment the quality of the food. My brother pays the check, leaves a tip, and leads us out of
the restaurant.