Cowboy Cafe — Restaurant in Sheridan

Unfortunately despite all of the rave reviews I've read, this was one of the worst meals I've ever had.

Upon walking in, the interior is understandably dated, and decorated here and there with Cowboy Americana. Once youve been sat though, it becomes clear that the sanitation of the establishment is severely lacking. Tables were not being wiped down between seatings, and cups were being stored still wet and ripe for bacterial growth. This is just the start of the bare minimum attitude this establishment has.

The waitress is the one saving grace of this place, merrily serving all of the tables herself, and she swiftly took my order of a Mushroom Swiss Chicken Fried Steak. It came out shortly after as a literal hot mess, white gravy spilling off the side of the plate and onto the table below. Bon Appétit. For what it's worth, the Chicken Fried Steak itself was passable, though a pepperier gravy would have hit the spot. The true detriment were the sides, which were neigh unpalatable. The mashed potatoes were simply that, boiled potatoes coarsely mashed and without a speck of salt, cream, butter, or any sense of care. They were lumpy and mealy, but were able to be coughed down with the aid of some gravy. The vegetables on the other hand, were beyond saving. A seasonal summer mix of corn, squash, and carrots that would typically be a delight, were instead a slimy mess of barely cooked produce that, like the potatoes, lacked any hint of salt or seasoning that could help mask the poor quality of the vegetables. Fresh? Frozen? I'd be amazed if they were anything but the latter.

The highlight of most reviews was their homemade pies, but unfortunately after eating dinner here I could hardly stomach the thought of another bite at this location. If you're a restless cowboy on the brink of starvation you'll find a meal here, but I'd recommend moving along to any other watering hole here...

We wanted to eat local, so we decided to give the Cowboy Cafe a try. Unfortunately for them, the street in front of their restaurant is closed and completely torn up. It made finding parking and then the restaurant quite difficult, especially for visitors from out of town. We made it into the restaurant and found there were two other couples already there. My husband ordered a chicken entree, while I decided on a ribeye steak which I ordered cooked medium. The wait for our food was long, but our server kept our drinks filled, thankfully. When our food did arrive, right away, I could tell eating here was not going to be a good experience. We both had baked potatoes, both of which were warm, not hot, and mixed vegetables that looked like they were from a freezer. My husband's meal was otherwise good, while my steak was flat out bad. I ordered it cooked medium, but it arrived well done with the exception of the very edge that was close to medium. How do you even get a steak to cook like that? Anyway, it was a thin slice of meat for a ribeye, anyway, and to have been overcooked made it unedible. I got maybe a quarter of the steak down (with steak sauce. A lot of steak sauce) and literally could not eat anymore because it was so bad. To have paid $39 for this cut of meat that was awful was disappointing. We would not recommend this restaurant, nor would we...

Unwelcoming. Unfriendly. Borderline discriminatory. Stopped in at Cowboy Cafe for lunch after driving nearly 3 hours to Sheridan for a couple VA appointments. We had a service dog with us, and as we entered the establishment an older waitress made eye contact, while finishing up another tables order. With a snap of her finger and a gesture she indicated where she wanted us to sit. When she brought over the menus she began the questions regarding the service dog. (Which mind you are perfectly acceptable and within legal rights, and we actually do not mind respectful questions regarding the legitimacy of the service dog) She asked if the dog was in fact a service dog, (she had her vest with ID on it) and if we had papers. We indicated her information was on her vest and the waitress got down on the floor and maneuvered the dog to read the ID card. Her third question was “what services does this dog do” to which the veteran responded 2 of the main services his dog provides (stability, retrieval). The waitress looked up, stated “well I don’t know about that” and walked away. I am appalled. Absolutely appalled. She returned to see what we wanted to drink, and at that point I was too infuriated to decided. She left our table and luckily a younger, polite and friendly...