Dean's Place — Restaurant in Enterprise

First, let’s talk about the ambiance. If you enjoy the distinct aroma of a 1960s cigarette infested bowling alley mixed with the scent of a burnt offering to the gods of overpricing, you’ll feel right at home. The dim lighting helps hide the mystery stains on the menu, which is probably for the best.

The service, I must say, was good. The waitress was attentive, which only added to the mystery of how such good service could accompany such bad food.

Now, onto the food. My “chicken” sandwich arrived looking like it had been through a nuclear apocalypse and tasted like it had been marinated in a pack of Marlboros. Seriously, I’ve had barbecue briquettes with more flavor and tenderness. The chef must have a secret ingredient—cigarette ash. It was smothered in cheese to try to disguise its charred taste and there was supposed to be sriracha mayo on it but nada. My taste buds were so shocked, they staged a protest and walked off my tongue.

The sides were no better. I asked for waffle fries got regular not a big deal but I was charged for waffle fries. The french fries had to have come from a guest the day before, judging by their stale and lifeless texture. And the Chicago hotdog was an absolute travesty. It was so bad, I half-expected it to come with an apology letter from the Windy City itself. The bun was hard as a rock and the hotdog itself tasted like it had been left on a radiator for a week. It was a crime against Chicagoan cuisine that should be investigated by the food police. We had guests in town and they didn’t even want a to go box which is telling.

And let’s not forget the price! For the cost of this “meal,” I could have bought a small country or at least a lifetime supply of antacids. The bill was more shocking than the food—truly an experience that left my wallet feeling lighter and my heart heavier.

On the plus side, if you’re looking for a diet plan, this place works wonders. I lost my appetite for a week.

Save yourself the agony and just eat the menu. It’s probably more nutritious and...

We wanted to find an off the beaten path spot. Based on the reviews, we thought a place on Dean Martin Blvd, playing Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra music sounded fun.

The dense cigaret smoke hit us first. The building was nice on the outside, but upon entering it felt very old dinerish. Pics made it look nicer than it was. There was one server for the entire restaurant and bar. She also informed us that there was also only one cook resulting in the food taking a long time to get to us. We had ordred steak and eggs and eggs benedict. Nothing hard core.

She was friendly, but clearly unable to do everything even though it was minimally crowded. She was spread too thin. We got drink refills once at the end of our meal and no trash or empty glasses were ever taken away.

The food was just ok. The steak was thin and over cooked. I had eggs benedict, and hollandaise sauce had an off taste like right ingredients, but out of proportion some how. I left with a strange after taste I couldn't get rid of until I stopped at the nearby mini mart for some chocolate.

While we ate, there was a person belching loudly behind us. Another complained about their food being overcooked and inedible and opted to not even order something else. Then a person sat behind me with so much perfume on that it, along with the heavy cig smoke, triggered an asthma attack. I had to leave my husband inside to pay while I got out of the building for fresh air.

I realize that the perfume and belcher weren't within the restaurant's control, but they added to the already unpleasant experience. We will not return or recommend...

We were on a road trip and went to Vegas because my Sister-in-Law had never been. Because we didn't know exactly when we'd get there, we booked a room at the last minute. We ended up at a budget motel on Dean Martin Dr. that looked pretty suspect, but turned out to be a diamond in the rough. We looked for a place for breakfast on our first morning and saw that Dean's Place was not too far. With low expectations, we drove there and were pleasantly surprised to find a well kept building with plentiful parking. There is an amazing bar space in the center of the interior and a separate dining space with it's own bar where we sat for breakfast. Our server was Sara and she was the highlight of our morning. She made Mimosas for our wives and a Bloody Mary for me. All were perfect. We ordered a variety of breakfast food. Chicken Fried Steak, Eggs, Bacon, Hashbrowns, and Pancakes. Kudos to the cook. Everything was superb. Sara was so welcoming, it felt like family. We told her we'd be back the next morning for breakfast and we didn't lie. It was as good as the first time and I am more than happy to encourage everyone to check it out. Thanks Sara, and everyone else involved in making this a memorable time for travelers from Oregon...