Texas Roadhouse — Restaurant in Lower Macungie Township

A great dinner stop with a fun casual atmosphere, lots of tasty choices, and fast friendly service!

Our way home from an impromptu family visit to Carbon county found us on our way home during the dinner hours. Fast food wasn't going to cut it and we weren't too terribly excited about some of the other options. "How about Texas Roadhouse?" I was asked. It seemed like as good of a time as any to give it our first try.

Even though we came in during the dinner rush on a Sunday, we were still seated in less than 15 minutes. The tables were packed fairly tightly but weren't uncomfortable and we were starving so didn't really mind. A huge plus was being able to see the steaks as you walked to your seats and even being offered to select one while being seated!

Of course you can't mention Texas Roadhouse without talking about the free bread that comes with cinnamon butter! Be sure to ask for extra butter (the servers are instructed to only give you one small cup with 4 rolls, which definitely isn't enough).

Because we were on the road, we decided to skip drinks and just get entrees but had more than enough to eat. I got the rib platter with salad and a loaded baked potato. (I asked for extra BBQ sauce for the ribs which came in very clutch!) The potato was tasty but the option of getting it "loaded" didn't really add a lot (a few overcooked bacon bits and a small handful of shredded cheese, no sour cream). My wife got a ribeye and shrimp combo and also opted for a potato and salad but didn't get hers loaded.

We were innocuously asked if we wanted bleu cheese crumbles and then was unpleasantly surprised to see 0.79 added to each entree. Also as mentioned previously, the 1.29 extra for a "loaded" potato didn't really add much. Other than that, prices were fair and I don't have complaints there.

We'll come back and try some of their other options next time. Thanks,...

My family and I have been to the Trexlertown location for years. We have celebrated kids birthdays and have had dinners frequently. It was one of our favorite spots for years. Well, that ended today. First we made reservations for my birthday today. When we arrived we were told we would be seated in 30 to 40 minutes. Well that turned into an hour and a half. Once seated, we were given bread with no plates. We had to eat the bread on our napkins. We waited 20 minutes before the server took our drink order and brought plates for the bread. We all placed our orders and I ordered my favorite (the all American burger) which I get frequently. I started to eat my burger and it began to taste saltier with every bite. I don’t like complaining about food but this was awful. It was almost raw and super salty in one section. I reached out to the server and let her know I did not want it as it tasted awful. She asked if I wanted another. I had been waiting too long already and did not want to keep waiting. I said no and I’m not paying for the burger. She said they would take it off the bill. When we go to pay, they only gave me a seven dollar discount. I asked the manager why they didn’t take the burger off. Her answer was I ate 3/4s of it. I said yea I did until it got unbearable. She refused to take it off. I told her she lost a customer over 3 bucks. She said ok and left. I will never ever go back to this place. The service an quality have left the room. My son and daughter-in-law who were there for my bday will also never return. My wife had asked them to sing happy birthday and they didn’t even do that.

Edit** Owners reached out and made this right. Maybe just some employees having a bad day. I’m just glad they tried their best to get my...

I don’t even know where to begin. I’ve eaten some questionable things in my life—gas station sushi, expired yogurt I thought was still good, even a stale marshmallow I found in my car. But NOTHING could have prepared my taste buds for the culinary war crime Texas Roadhouse dared to call “green beans.”

The moment they hit my tongue, it was like my mouth was transported to a damp, forgotten crawlspace under a haunted Cracker Barrel, where old dishwater and despair have been fermenting for decades. The “seasoning” (if you can even call it that) tasted like liquid smoke filtered through a cursed ashtray that once belonged to a chain-smoking raccoon.

There was this sweet-yet-salty-yet-metallic thing happening, like someone accidentally spilled syrup, rust, and pure malice into the pot. Imagine licking a penny that’s been marinating in vinegar and then chasing it with the smell of wet dog fur—that’s the aftertaste.

The texture? Oh, buckle up. These green beans were so overcooked they had the same mouthfeel as soggy shoelaces pulled out of a gutter after a rainstorm. And yet somehow, despite being mushy, they also managed to squeak against my teeth like tiny chalkboards of doom.

Every bite felt like a personal insult, as if the chef whispered, “Let’s see how much they can endure before crying.”

I would rather chew on the corner of a used sponge than ever subject myself to those evil, brine-soaked, joy-killing vegetable husks again. If this is the seasoning they’re proud of, I fear what the unseasoned version would taste like—probably just pure sadness.

In conclusion, these green beans tasted like betrayal, disappointment, and the lingering dread of a future you can’t escape.

All in all everything else was great! Just be aware of...