Joshua D.
Yelp
Welcome to HELL.
Red Robins alone are bad enough because they're hell holes filled with rednecks and screaming children and very meh food. But this one and the whole experience was just horrible. Before you ask why I went, well, it wasn't my choice. Was there with family who has kids. Of course, the kids always order cheese pizza so why the $%!@ we don't go to a pizza place instead of a subpar burger joint is beyond me.
So what was especially horrendous about this RR? For starters, it's a special kind of deafening. Forget the wide open echo chamber of brats who sound like they're in the deepest levels of the underworld's torture chambers. The booth setup had us right with our backs to the bar, and the damn phone at the bar was ringing VERY loud the entire time, and no one would answer it.
The server, he was very bad at his job and the most annoying person I've probably ever met to boot. He whined about not getting enough sleep. He tried out his standup comedy routine that wasn't funny at all. He asked awkward questions. And he screwed up orders, forgot things that people asked for, you name it. Guy really needs to try something else... like maybe the mental hospital.
And then there's the food. RR is usually not great anyway. It touts itself as a burger joint but I can rarely bring myself to order them because they're so bad. Like little frozen patty pucks. (Seriously, there are several Five Guys' within a few miles, GO GET A REAL BURGER IF YOU WANT A BURGER, YO.) So then I'm led to try one of the non-burger items on the menu, which is probably asking too much of a burger joint but hey, THEY PUT THEM ON THE MENU. Blech. The food was bad, though. I didn't find one thing on the menu that I wanted. I used to order the nachos here as an entree, but they took those off the menu (much like they replaced the unlimited mediocre fry baskets with tiny little fry cones not too long ago). I settled on "Clucks and Riblets." The 'clucks' were OK -- your standard deep-fried breaded chicken strips you can get anywhere. The riblets, however, were disgusting. You know how baby back ribs look after you finish eating the meat off them? Break one bone in half with its tiny pieces of meat remnant left on it, and you have yourself one of RR's riblets. They were dry, hell, they didn't even bother putting the barbecue sauce drizzle on all of them, but the meat was tough, dry and required a microscope to locate.
Everyone who got a burger had a cold burger. The patties were cooked through, but they must've been sitting out for a LONG time. Which makes sense, because it took a long time to get our food. Start to finish, dinner took almost two hours.
Oh yeah, and that fruit salad. I'll post a pic of it. I just had to take one because it was so disgusting that no one at the table who got that as a side would even touch it. It looks like the apple slices might have been done in the same day, but the other fruits *definitely* came from a can filled with high fructose corn syrup. Just a big soupy, mushy, overly sweet mess. PUKE.
RR is loud. It's annoying. The service sucks. The food sucks. It has an identity crisis somewhere between a kiddie cartoon episode and a boozy R-rated film. Where else can you watch Boomerang, play with a man in a giant bird mascot suit, eat a kids meal and get wasted?
STAY AWAY. KICK AND SCREAM.