Fairview Ranch Smokehouse

This may not be a 1 star restaurant but my first (and hopefully last) visit here was a 1 star experience.
We got there at 8:45. They close at 9. There was exactly no one waiting for a table. They said it would be a one hour wait. Didn’t matter whether we had one big table or split into two tables. We had no place else to go and this place is absolutely in the middle of nowhere so we said «okay, we’ll wait.» Lo and behold in about 10 minutes they came to us and said they’d have 2 tables for us in a few minutes. So actually the hour wait was really the old «Turn around and get the hell out of here, it’s too late and we really don’t want to serve you» ploy. Didn’t work.
We had to show ID’s at the bar and again at the table. When we got our drinks at the bar, the bartender said she could transfer our tab to our table but when we sat down, here comes the bartender asking me to pay for the drinks.
As the evening progressed, one person in our party asked for a beer and the waitress said, «It’s past last call and the bartender has already gone home.» At 10 pm on a Saturday night? Number one, we never got a notice of last call. Second, no one can stick their hand in a cooler and grab a frigging beer?
As for the food, if you like Texas Roadhouse go to Texas Roadhouse. If you’re looking for a poor imitation of Texas Roadhouse, give this place a shot. It is identical (not similar… not reminiscent… I’m talking identical) right down to the sparkly belts and black T-​shirts of the waitstaff.
We asked about dessert and they told us what the options were. We noticed that they were making some pies in the back that weren’t on the dessert menu and when we asked our lifeless, stick-​in-​the-​mud waitress she said, «Those must be for someone special.» Obviously, given all we had encountered this night, that was not us.
This is a long haul from anywhere but even if I lived across the street, I still wouldn’t go back.
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