LongHorn Steakhouse — Restaurant in Midlothian

Restaurants generally dictate a specific fashion; casual clothing for casual restaurants, bibs for all-you-can-eat seafood, Top Hat for High End Hotels, Jacket for NYC, etc. Longhorn demands that I wear my Cowboy Boots. The fortunate circumstance of the last third of your Life is not the Senior Discount, which is paltry, but the fact that you have gained considerable experience dining out. A Great Wisdom I have absorbed, considering the many queues into which I have wasted my Life Minutes (see Movie Theatre, Department Store, Doctor's Office) is that I can go to a restaurant at 4:30pm, choose my table from many available empties, enjoy Service which does not resemble a Hunted Animal, and begin my exit as the masses arrive. And so, I enter the Longhorn Steakhouse... I have eaten here once before 2-3 years ago, and to this day the quality of the Salmon I devoured still lingers. I am not of the mind to eat Steer, therefore, my desire was to test, again, the quality of above average Seafood. I was not disappointed. The grilled Salmon was moist, tender, flavorful in its own right but also enhanced by spices. It lay seductively upon a bed of rice. I approached it armed with a heavy fork and, unfortunately, a steak knife. (I might add that I was dismayed to be given a Soup Spoon to spread the soft butter on my complimentary Loaf. Alas, there was not a Butter Knife in The House! Ostensibly I must assume that this is due to the lack of Butter Knives on The Trail carried in saddlebags or Cookie's Wagon. Please don't laugh until you have attempted to spread butter with a large, heavy, serrated, steak knife.Travesty!) With a nod to Balance and Moderation, instead of steamed broccoli I ordered French Fries [why Longhorn wouldn't offer Steak Fries is a complete mystery to me; one might just as well expect Maurice Chevalier's greatest hits to be wafting through the restaurant's stereo system] Despite these setbacks, the food is SO delicious that I overlooked such limitations and finished my meal with an overall sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Our waiter was gracious enough to overlook my attempts at Cowboy Humor ["Just in off the trail. Moving 100 head. I'm parched!] while ordering, and proved to be attentive and a pleasant fellow with which to deal. The ambience reminds one of a Western Lodge with Wagon Wheel or Antler light fixtures, oil paintings of life on The Trail or perhaps a famous Cow. It really reeks of a Western Cracker Barrel with all the cowboy hats and stirrups hanging on the walls. I highly recommend Longhorn Steakhouse, but you must promise me that you will shoehorn your way into some tight Wranglers, wear your boots [muddy or shined, doesn't matter], if you have a Ten Gallon Hat I recommend that for men or, for women, maybe a scarf or bandana around the neck. Bolo ties are nice for this restaurant, and embroidered shirts are a must. I acknowledge that coming to a Steakhouse to eat Salmon is illogical, Mr. Spock, but I tend to view Steer as higher on the food chain than Seafood and therefore I grant cows a certain deference for this fact. One must not overlook the other fact that Longhorn offers seafood on its menu. If you are a stickler for details, like I typically am myself, you will restrict your ordering to a...

Update: 11 December 2024: Dined/Lunch on 11 December 2024 at my favorite Longhorn Resturant. I usually arrive at opening (1100 am) to ensure I can sit in a booth in the bar area, as I prefer lower seating and the bartender as my server.

I sat in my preferred booth seat (Table #24) despite the young hostess (at the door) being stuffy and not wanting to accomodate my preference. Her thoughts were to guide me to a high table/chair in the bar area despite my desires. I did not tell her this, and I should not have to, but being a 100% disabled vet with 32 years of service, high tables/chairs do not work well for me with all my back and leg issues as a former paratrooper.

It all worked out. I got a bar booth, and my server was Emily L., the bartender. She had served me several times before (she or Candance) and always provide excellent customer service.

I ordered a Strawberry Margarita (Long Pour), a New York Strip Steak, and a loaded baked potato. It was a perfect meal. What else can one ask for? This place rarely disappoints.

Best regards, v/r, Dr. Ken King

Update: 3 August 2024: Another perfect visit to Longhorn Chesterfield, this time with my wife. Server and Bartender - Dallas never disappoints, and neither does the food. We had the Strawberry Margarita (she makes the Best), Long Pour with Wild West Shrimp. I ordered the NY Strip with Fire Grilled Corn, and my wife ordered the Strawberry Salad with Salmon. We have found that Longhorns are consistent with service and food, as we sometimes ride the train to BWI and eat at the Longhorn located at Arundel Mills, which is just as delicious. Yet, our favorite remains Longhorn Chesterfield. Well, Done!!! Dallas and Crew Nailed it Again. v/r, Dr. K. King

Update: 13 July 2024: OMG, the bone in ribeye was the cooked to perfection. I almost did not need a knife it was that tender. Forget the steak sauce, never open it. Good service, thanks Dallas I., and the entire staff at this restaurant. They Nailed It! ...

😳 I’m still a bit baffled about what happened at our dinner here.. We moved to Chesterfield a couple months ago and we always like to go to TR well, we decided we should try out Longhorn this particular night, which was a Saturday so maybe that was part of it. First, we came and it was great that we didn’t have to wait 30 minutes for a table. We got seated and waited for about 15 minutes for someone to come to our table, ok fine.. I’m patient, probably the most patient person you’d ever meet… Anyway we got our drinks and ordered meals. Kids got kids meals and my husband and I got steaks. My Cesar salad came out so dry i may as well of been just eating lettuce and croutons, fine. Ask waitress for more dressing. After waiting another couple light years a runner brings out the kids plates, sits them in front of them, mine and then my husbands. I look at it and it’s seriously a black hockey puck on his plate, he ordered medium well. The guy said.. the chef said he will make you another one but just to bring this one out. Huh?! If it’s not right why bring it out? Still confused about that one. So while that’s sitting there about to spontaneously combust our daughters have about finished their meals. My oldest didn’t want to finish hers because it wasn’t cooked right. At this point we have been there 2 hours, my dressing still hasn’t come, the waitress didn’t seem to care that my husband’s steak was sitting in front of him burnt this whole time. When she came to the table to check on us she looked at it and said oh he will bring another one out and left it sitting in front of him. So when his new one came out, my daughters and I were done eating and it still wasn’t cooked right but at this point it didn’t matter. Finally when she brings the check I thought for sure it would be taken off… Nope. For what we spent in there and the lack of service I’d rather go sit in my car and wait an hour for a table at Texas Road House next time, at least my steak will be cooked right...