Kelsie K.
Yelp
When Rare Means Medium & Service Means Chaos. From the moment we entered, the air grew heavy, like the tense silence before a final battle. Our server appeared with the aura of someone already defeated, her mood as flat as filler episodes. We ordered our steaks with conviction -- rare for me, medium rare for him. But when the plates arrived, betrayal struck: the cuts were swapped, the doneness reversed, and destiny itself mocked us with different portion sizes that made switching impossible. We sent them back, praying for redemption, only for fate to spit in our faces with the exact same mistake again. The soup that followed was no salvation either -- each spoonful was a salt explosion, like being drowned in an ocean of seasoning. Even the fries, meant to be allies in this battle, betrayed us with mediocrity.
But the true villain revealed itself at the end: the cursed coupon system. Only one coupon per transaction -- forcing us into a tedious duel of separate checks. Just when we thought we'd won, the server swapped our cards, handing me the heavier bill, while the steaks appeared TWICE on the receipt like some cruel illusion technique and was swapped to the wrong person as well. By the time we escaped, we were drained of spirit, coin, and hope. Outback promised us steak but delivered only despair.