Market Grill — Restaurant in Cedar City

IF YOU WANT NO FRILLS GOOD TIMES SMALL TOWN VIBES THIS IS IT!

If I could rate 10 stars I would.

Right off the bat, pulling up to the restaurant, the outside has the charm and design of an old log structure. Like a founding General Store or Town Hall from the days of pioneers. When I walked in, I instantly felt that old fashioned small town cozy comfort. Like a scene from a movie it played out; patrons greeting cooks by name asking for the special (which by the way, was broccoli cheddar soup and, I might add, the best I’ve had in a looooong time), the ever enticing pie window in the bar, adorned proud with pastry poetry, ranchers conversing over coffee, families enjoying quality time.

We initially seated ourselves at a booth along the main walk way, but then, since we have a baby in tow, our waitress said she’ll grab a high chair and suggested we move to a corner table where we’ll have more room. And so more room we had. She was super helpful in answering all our menu questions and catered dutifully to our baby centered needs.

We each selected a choice of burger. The buns supple and springy, the sourdough bread for the patty melt had that perfectly desired toasted crunch. The patties, excellent flavor and doneness. The portions were just right. The burgers come standard with potato chips but there are several choices of sides. We chose the steak fries. In my opinion, the right choice, the only choice. Nice thick slices heavily seasoned and garnished with parsley flakes, the oh so sought after outer crisp with a soft pillowy interior.

We couldn’t help but notice her wonderful job taking care of the other patrons. Really showcasing that small town tight-nit community. She realized a group had left their bag and ran after to get it to them before they left. Taking the time and effort to chat and have fun with our baby boy.

After our lunch she asked if we wanted any pies. And of course we had to try some. My sister and I both wanted a slice of the rhubarb and she asked if we wanted ice cream with it, we both denied and she said that if you get just the slice it might be better cold but with ice cream it’s better hot. My sister and decided get one of each temperature and take bites of each to determine the best. She swears by cold but I think hot is where it’s at.

Overall TLDR: nice quaint diner with good food, good people, well worth eating at if your ever...

I'm really confused by this place. We were in town and I selected this restaurant for its reviews, its apparent ambiance, not a chain, etc. We actually went out of our way to have breakfast here before leaving town.

Biscuits and gravy. I have traveled all over the west. I've eaten in many big city and hole in the wall back country restaurants from Washington to California to Texas, and everywhere in between. For biscuits and gravy, the biggest disappointment I've ever experienced. Biscuits and gravy is a comfort food. I was not comforted! I'd be embarrassed to serve this dish. I sent it back. I cannot remember the last time I sent a dish back simply because its just terrible. I was told some people are confused to not find ground sausage in it because they use bacon instead. Ya, I found no bacon in it either. I was trying to figure out if it was canned gravy but I kept thinking if it was, it would have been better. Seriously? Sent it back and asked for a cinnamon roll. Figured I was playing it safe. The utensils? That was the thinnest fork I have ever seen. I was afraid I'd bend it. For my own kitchen, I buy from commercial restaurant supply stores. I was thinking, where did they find this?

My son got a burger. He held up the meat patty and looked at me. That's when I apologized to him for bringing him to this restaurant. It made me think of a prepackaged hamburger that you get from a vending machine and are expected to throw in a microwave oven. Like 2 AM in a hospital vending machine type of thing. The pickles did look impressive though.

My cinnamon roll arrives. I try to slice my fork into the outer ring. That's a no go. I'm, thinking is it toasted? Nope. Its seriously stale. My kid says whats wrong with it. I say you try it. He manages to get a bite and starts laughing. The thing is flat out stale and the outer rings hard as a rock. The center was still soft so I managed to eat some of it.

The place is busy. The waitresses are work'n hard and friendly. But the food, I just don't get it. It's got to be a locals kind of thing. Definitely not a thing I'd go out of my way for again. Left down...

The ratings and the down home ambience tempted us to try it. But from the get go, it was a very disappointing experience. Once we were seated and brought drinks, the waitress didn't return for our order for over 10 minutes. It's a small place. There were maybe 3 tables with customers and a man at the counter. The staff overall seems very young and very unprofessional. While we waited forever to place our order, a young girl with pink hair who seemed to be part ofthe staff was seated at another table appearing to chat with some friends. I overheard a later discussion about who was playing the role of manager that night and noone seemed to want the responsibility. Watching the food prep was a little scary. There seemed to be about 3 teenage boys preparing food. I didn't notice any of them wearing gloves. One reached into the salad bowl and grabbed salad with his bare hands to put in bowls. My husband mentioned it to our waitress; she just smiled and said she made the salad but she didn't handle it that way. She did nothing to correct him however. When sour cream was put into a paper cup for my baked potato, he swiped off the excess across the top of the cup again with his bare hand. In between he would just wipe his hands on his apron. Having gotten a killer case of norovirus from improper hygiene at another restaurant, I could hardly choke down any of the food and felt sick for an hour afterward until I could convince myself i wasn't going to get sick again. Really, when I serve food to the homeless in the park in my hometown the health department makes me wear gloves. I can't believe that this place would pass an inspection. These kids have no idea what misery they can cause someone by their carelessness. They go from bare handedly handling raw meat to salad to toast to sour cream to who knows what else. They may have been lucky. .. but they need to get some adults in there and some professional health and hygiene protocols, not to mention standards of...