You will leave smelling like you have been to a dance club.
The salads were very good. The filet was so over salted it was dried out and left kept me up all night with dehydration. The swordfish was completely smothered with seasonings more suitable for sausage or pork. Had no idea what I was eating under the encrusting. Why would you treat alleged fine cuts of meat this way?
Mushrooms were fair, green beans were good, mashed sweet potatoes could have easily passed as coming from the Kroger Deli.
The crème brulee was bordering inedible. Tasted like jello and cinnamon.
Atmosphere - tacky fab 70ish sandstones. The booth seating was very hard on your lower back. Chock full of typical steakhouse rednecks. Didn't see any tank tops but did see plenty of Bermuda shorts and luau shirts.
Decent prices save this place from being a complete waste.
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