To begin with, the address listed above takes you to the middle of a subdivision. After arriving we were met by two staff who spoke so fast they sounded like chipmunks. when ask to repeat they repeated in the same manner, smiling broadly. My date kept asking me what they were saying. They stamp their special with a flourish on the paper covering the table and stand there like it is the most innovative idea since peanut shells thrown on the floor at Logan's. My companion's steak was fatty, with little taste, covered in a heap of french fried onions, my macadamia crusted salmon was dry, and it was sitting upon a patty of something I could not quite identify...it was like instant potatoes made into a patty and deep fried??? We should have stopped at the appetizers, the calamari and flatbread we ordered were great....however, with the table of about 10 drunken females next to us and the basketball game on at the bar; the atmosphere was not pleasant at all. Perhaps we actually should have stopped in the sub-division....they may have done a better job altogether...If you. have only eaten at Logan's this might impress you, otherwise, skip it
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