Karen L.
Google
We stopped in about 30 minutes before the lunch rush. Stood in the doorway for a couple of minutes waiting to be seated, which was fine, but no one was manning a host stand even though there were two or three wait staff on the floor.
Once we sat down, drinks came out in about five minutes, and we were ready to order. I asked our waiter if the chicken fried steak was really as good as advertised, and he said, “I don’t like chicken fried steak, so I’m not the person to ask.” We had a good laugh and both ordered it anyway.
When the food came out, it looked good, but that’s where it peaked. The chicken fried steak had zero seasoning. The crust was nice, but we had to douse it in salt just to give it any flavor. And the gravy? I know Ken’s gravy when I see it. I didn’t ask, but based on the Google reviews, I expected everything to be homemade. That gravy was not homemade. I don’t know who’s been calling this the world’s best chicken fried steak, but I feel sorry for them if they think that’s as good as it gets.
The black-eyed peas had an odd taste I couldn’t place. The country potatoes, though, were genuinely great. Flavorful, well-seasoned, could’ve been cooked a touch longer to crisp up, but easily the best thing on the plate.
Overall, I’d give it a 3 out of 5. I travel a lot and this is the first time I’ve left a negative review anywhere.
But if you’re going to claim you have the world’s best chicken fried steak, you better at least come close.