We received a recommendation that this was the best steakhouse in town from the front desk clerk at the Comfort Inn. Boy is he wrong. You know you are in trouble when you order your prime rib medium rare and your waiter asks, "Are you sure?" My wife, fairly confident, replied, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure!" Her meat wasn't tough, actually somewhat tender, but with absolutely no flavor whatsoever. None. And I mean zero. I ordered two cuts of shoe leather, I mean, wood fired pork chops, although leather may have tasted better. Even the salad was bad, wilted and tired, like an old man walking through Death Valley. Last time I listen to a guy named Ned behind a hotel counter.
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