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I don’t know if this was a nightmare or a real-life experience, but more or less about 13 years ago in Denton, Texas, was the last time I had been to a Chuy’s restaurant. From what I can remember, it left me with a very bland impression of what their food was about. I didn’t think it matched—much less exceeded—anything I could find at a fast-food restaurant. Quite frankly, it felt like any other fast-food chain.
The only difference was that there was a waitress.
Fast forward to today, January 5th, 2026. A good friend of mine—someone whose judgment I usually trust—pitched the idea of going to Chuy’s. At first, I almost declined, but then I remembered he owed me lunch. So I said, “Yeah, why not? If anything, we’ll be wasting your money.” So we went.
I tried to erase my past experience from memory and give it a fair shot. When I arrived, I immediately noticed the beautiful atmosphere. The reception was outstanding as well. We sat down, and then my heart deflated a bit when I looked at the menu again. There’s nothing wrong with the menu, but many of the options are just very generic. The beauty of the restaurant, the atmosphere, and the warm reception simply don’t match what Chuy’s offers as the end product. They excel at every part of the experience—except the food. It’s an awesome restaurant that seems to be trying very hard to be average.
And I’m not just saying this based on looks—I’m saying it based on taste.
The chips were paper-thin and broke every time I dipped them into the sauce. The salsa had no flavor at all—just tomatoes swimming with onions and who knows what else. The so-called onion dip should be ashamed of being called onion dip. I ordered the carne asada tacos, and my goodness—just a pinch of salt would have made them more palatable. But there was no flavor. The rice had nothing going for it either. The beans were forgettable. The avocado—good by default, because avocado is good on its own—was probably the only redeeming item on the plate.
I just don’t get it. I probably never will. Maybe there’s a niche group of people who love average food as long as they’re sitting down and being served. I don’t know. I usually reserve that level of food for a fast-food chain—where I drive up, grab it, and get out. But here? I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll never understand what Chuy’s is about in the end. I loved everything about it—except the food, which fails miserably if this is supposed to be a restaurant.