Taggart's Grill — Restaurant in Morgan

Look, it's Taggart's. It's the only restaurant I know that has it's own freeway exit. It's delicious, it's homely, and Normally it's one of the friendliest places to eat.

Our story begins with an anniversary trip in the Uintah's. She caught a fish, I fell in the lake, the usual. We finish having fun, and want to stop at Taggart's for dinner. It's Saturday, and the place is popping, like it always does. Hour wait time to get seated? No problem. That's what one expects from Taggart's, and not because the service or the chef is slow. They move quick. It's just that busy.

We get seated, I'm vibing and watching the peacocks out the window. A moment later, our neighbors are seated. Server comes by for the next table over, she's friendly, fast, and doing her thing. They get drinks, they put in their order, service moves along.

A minute later, our server, Chris, arrives. No problem, he's probably busy. I get it. We get our water, wife gets the Hot Cocoa, and we put in our order.

I had a burger, and an app of Fried Mushrooms. She gets pasta with Clam Chowder for a side. I note this now, the food was fantastic as always. Hearty, good portions, decent prices.

Their service moves like clockwork, tables are swapped for the next customer in under 2 minutes. It's incredible. I enjoy watching this for a while, until I notice something.

Chowder came out about 10 minutes ago. Neighbors got salads for apps. He inhaled his and it was gone in less than 30 seconds. Quite impressive to see someone eat a salad so fast. Entrée comes, and they go to town on it. I start to wonder, where are my mushrooms?

Neighbors to the right were finishing up their meal when we came in. They'd been sitting there the whole time, sipping on waters and just waiting.

Oh no. No, not today please. It's my anniversary trip and I've already fallen in a lake. Don't make me be a Karen.

20 minutes in, Hot Cocoa is gone, Clam Chowder is finally not liquid magma. Where's my server? We passed 5:00, did they change shift? Done neighbors are still waiting for boxes. Salad neighbors are halfway through their food.

I flag a server. They go check. About a minute later, Wife's food comes out, and Chris tells me that they are just finishing up the onion rings. Sure, cool, I get it.

Bro is gone for less than 30 seconds before he comes out with my burger and rings. Only one of two things has happened. Either he walked directly from my table to the kitchen and they finished it perfectly at that moment, or he left it in the kitchen for that excuse.

I still don't have my mushrooms. I mention this to Chris, who says he'll look into it. Chris turns his attention to the party who's been waiting to leave and finally they get boxes and get out.

Service has their table ready to go before I've had my first onion ring. Clockwork. It's beautiful. I'm so distracted I miss salad neighbors leaving.

Chris comes back out a few minutes later, and I quote "They ran out of Mushrooms and didn't tell anyone.", and proceeds to say that he can put in for them to make them again for a discount, or to omit them from the ticket.

I want my mushrooms. I agree to a discount. At this point, I'm certain that Chris is lying to me, confirmed as a moment later I hear him telling the table behind me that they ran out of Clam Chowder and didn't tell anyone.

That seems oddly convenient. New neighbor, her salad comes out late, with basically the same apology. My mushrooms finally come. I burn my mouth on the first one.

We eat, Chris is nowhere to be seen again, I'm out of water and ready for boxes. I wait another few minutes. Flag a server, Chris shows up and promises boxes, runs around to the others, disappears. 10 minutes later, I flag a new server, she gets me boxes, and Chris brings the check a minute later.

I'm out of space, so long story short, I had to give the check to the hostess. I want to give Chris the benefit of the doubt, but a lot of small things added up to make him seem completely negligent of his job.

Food's good though. Nothing to...

Quality and Flavor!!! If u r heading either way on I 84, make it a point to stop here! Although literally adjacent to the freeway both the indoor and enclosed patio seating was pleasant and snuggled up against the mountain and lower than the freeway. U barely even notice the freeway once u r there. The two peacocks strutting about add to the ambiance. I was there on a Sunday morning at about 11:30 am and even though the place was bumping, the server (John) approached the table within minutes, was knowledgeable about menu items and was a real plus to the entire experience. Adequately staffed - another plus! They pride themselves in homemade just about everything and source most foods locally. The taste and freshness was spot on! I had the chicken mushroom soup ($3.99 cup). It was delicious, creamy and lots of chicken. Followed by the smoked salmon salad ($17.99). The only thing I needed was a bit more feta crumbles, it was in the dressing which they make, but oddly they didn’t have any on the side. I’m not a big dressing fan so had to scoop the feta out of the dressing for my salad. That aside, it was a great salad! In my opinion, the food was reasonably priced compared to eating out in general these days. If u stick to your main meal - about $25 drinking just water. Deserts: They r known for their carrot cake ($8.99) and have a wonderful display as you walk in - I spent another $22 on the carrot cake, German chocolate cheesecake ($8.99) and a chocolate macaroon ($3.99) - to take home. All were very sweet and rich. The carrot cake was moist - I preferred it without the frosting, but I don’t like frosting in general. The cheesecake selection was huge - think “almost Cheesecake Factory” variety and all dolled up on top. So my German chocolate cheesecake was chocolate cheesecake with German chocolate frosting on top drizzled with more chocolate on a chocolate crust. Again, very sweet and rich - delicious no doubt but also too sweet for me - next time I’ll get a plain one - if u love cheesecake, u won’t b disappointed! The macaroon, hinging on the sweet side as well, next time I’ll get the plain. Lots of parking - but the sign about not parking on the county road is confusing - which one is the county road anyway??? For parties under 8 people can call ahead up to 30 min but won’t be seated u til everyone arrives. Only one toilet per gender - ladies, if they r busy u will likely have to wait. All in all - defiantly worth the stop, or even to go out of your way...

Taggart’s Grill: A Love Letter to Their Chicken Enchiladas

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Oh, Taggart’s Grill, where have you bean all my life? (Get it? Beans? It’s relevant—I’ll explain.) I came for lunch, but I left feeling like I had been blessed by the food gods themselves. If heaven has a smell, it’s the aroma wafting out of your kitchen.

Let’s talk about the star of the show: the chicken enchiladas. Folks, these are not just enchiladas—they are enchila-DIVAS. The tortillas were perfectly soft and hugged the chicken like a warm tortilla blanket of love. And the chicken? So tender, it practically wrote me a love letter with every bite. I don’t know what you season it with—unicorn dust? Magic?—but it’s life-changing.

The sauce? Oh, that sauce! A velvety, zesty river of goodness that could probably broker world peace if given the chance. It’s the perfect mix of tangy, savory, and just a touch of spice—enough to make your taste buds dance without setting off the fire alarm in your throat. And don’t even get me started on the cheese. It’s melted, gooey, and unapologetically decadent. I’m pretty sure I heard it whisper, “You’re welcome,” as I took my first bite.

The sides were no supporting act either. The beans were so good I briefly considered making them the godparents of my future children. And the rice? Fluffy, flavorful, and somehow never overshadowed by the main dish. Together, they formed a trifecta of culinary perfection.

The service was impeccable. My server was so attentive, I’m convinced they had a sixth sense about my needs. Drink empty? Bam! Refilled. Extra napkins? Already on the table before I even thought to ask. They deserve a raise, a medal, or maybe their own holiday.

And the ambiance? It’s the perfect mix of cozy and lively. The kind of place where you can laugh too loudly, accidentally drop a fork, and still feel like you belong. The music was upbeat without being obnoxious, and the decor made me feel like I was dining in a cabin of my dreams.

In summary, Taggert’s Grill is not just a restaurant—it’s an experience, a vibe, a whole personality. The chicken enchiladas are a masterpiece, the staff deserves a standing ovation, and I’m already planning my next visit. If you haven’t been here yet, what are you even doing with your life? Go. Eat....