Brann's Steakhouse & Grille — Restaurant in Cascade Charter Township

Coated in a reasonably consistent covering of golden brown batter, these onion rings are marred immediately by a somewhat patchy breading. While they appear smooth at first blush, the gaps in the batter portend grave danger just ahead. Even from a distance vantage point, I can see the thin sheen of grease peaking over and among the rings.

The is roughly standard for bar fare. Plain white wax paper lines a reasonably good facade of a basket (made of plastic, but designed to vaguely resemble wicker). The onion rings don't quite fill the container, making the portion size seem more scanty than it otherwise would. The haphazard toss of a plastic container of the purported "Bistro Sauce," which, to the best of my limited knowledge, doesn't resemble in any way, shape, or form what one would get in a bistro, speaks to an apathetic lack of care in the plating.

The batter, though delicately coated in a fine mist of grease, characteristic of the morning dew on a cool Spring day, holds a delicate and light flavor. Seasoned with a pinch-and-a-half of salt, it manages to approximate a sweet-spot between "bland pile of batter" and "explosion of every spice in the kitchen." Generally, I prefer a more flavorful batter, but I felt the mild taste worked well for these onion rings.

This may have been helped by the utter tastelessness of the onions. Though the onions were sufficiently soft to release flavor, very little of it made its way through the light batter. Indeed, the slight seasoning on the surrounding batter was enough to overpower the onion.

However, both were not just blown out of the water, but set on fire, capsized, and collapsed to the bottom of the sea by the "Bistro Sauce." While I'm generally a fan of strong flavor, this sauce completely and utterly overpowered any hint of flavor in the other two primary components of the onion rings. While it delivered a unique tang, that tang marked the death knell of both batter and onion.

The standard Sola Cepa review, to the astute reader, is a mess of foreshadowing. Issues that crop up in Presentation and Appearance and Taste should signal (at least, to an onion ring expert) further issues in texture. The onion rings here are no exception.

The softly cooked onions, while flavorless, generally could score some points on texture. However, when combined with the delicate batter, the inevitable result is iteration after iteration of slippage. The underlying texture of these onion rings was, in one word, weak. The batter falls apart as strands of what was once an onion ring slip out into the void. Integrity is gone. Peace is lost.

$3.00 nets a meager portion of onion rings, drowning in an overpowering Bistro Sauce and ready to crumble at the slightest provocation. They were mildly filling, and looked pretty, but that's about...

Don't even consider dining here, this place is simply the worst. I have had other terrible experiences at this place, but I was asked to go here by someone else so I went back. It has only gotten worse. I will try to keep this brief because otherwise I'd write a novel. We walk in and get seated. Fluit flies are swarming, indicating the filth of the kitchen. Waitress takes our drink order and delivers drinks promptly. Then she disappears for a solid 15 minutes. Comes back and takes our order. I swat fruit flies while drinking a beer. 30 minutes later and no food is to be found. Two of our five dishes come out, and one is a rare steak. Slice it open, send it back. Comes back again 5 minutes later just as rare. I decide I'm not eating. Still waiting on 3 of the 5 meals. 10 minutes later and 2 more plates come out. Ribs that both people enjoyed. Yet 1 hour after ordering the simplest order of all, a hamburger, is yet to be brought out. We call in the manager. She's defensive and making excuses. I flat out say we aren't paying, and she says any food that has been eaten must be charged for. She offers a new steak. 10 minutes later the steak comes out. STILL NO HAMBURGER. We raise a fuss yet again and a burger appears. The manager then cuts the bill in half but says she can reduce it no further. I tell her a fun review on Google is coming her way, and she basically says she doesnt care. The waitress catches wind of this and there is an understanding that, while she was slow to take our order, 90% of this disaster was not her fault. She then takes the rare steak off the bill in hopes of salvaging her tip.

You literally could not pay me to eat at this place, and I will NEVER go back. The amount of flies swarming the air raise so many questions about the sanitation practices here. Do yourself a favor and go...

Branns used to be our favorite weekly spot . But then it became pricey. We still would go. Last Sunday was horrible service on the other hand. And we met my family that came down from Traverse City ...Server took us to table did not speak . Took 4 mins to bring menu's. Then another 10 to come get our drink order. 15 mins later our drinks came. We were ready to order but the server rushed off. When she returned we were ready for another round. She went to go put it in. Came back took our orders then left. Another 15 or 20 mins went by still no drinks . So I went up to the bar to ask why is it taking so long. Out the corner of my eye it was because she was standing in the kitchen just talking. I sat down then the drinks come and then I wore my Margarita when she went to put it down. At this point I'm frustrated but don't say anything. Our food comes finally with the best bread we been waiting for this whole time....... my fiancé steak had to go back. My prime rib did and so did my nieces prim rib. It wasn't cooked to order. At this point I wasn't even hungry anymore and we were ready to go. She didn't apologize nor did the manager with the red hair say anything. So we got our bill and there extra drinks on my bill but not my family's. So that had to be fixed and we paid for everything and left and still left a tip of 18% but not the 30% due to horrible customer service and the domino affect that took place with no one even coming to say a word. ..... we decided it might be a while before...