Denny's — Restaurant in Texarkana

A little Christmas Humor...

So my husband and I are bored & hungry, he says get dressed lets go eat in town. We discover Dennys, IHOP, waffle house & steak N shake are the only places open.. He decides on Dennys..

We get there, 445pm the place is half empty.. Waitress put us at a table advised us the wait for food will approx an hour.. My husband being the calm person that he is says no problem. So we order an appetizer.

-MOZZARELLA CHEESE STICKS NO MARINARA WITH RANCH

Our meal - 2 DOUBLE CHEESE BURGERS WITH BACON AND SPICY FRYS

The time is 505pm

At 610 waitress comes to table says your order should be ready soon I promise..at our surprise at 615 she brings out 2 TURKEY & DRESSINGS AND BROCOLLI DINNERS.. Obviously its not our its the people behind us that ordered 15 min after we did..

620 woohoo our burgers come out!! Bummer they forgot the bacon.. But Uhmm where is my MOZZARELLA cheese sticks!! She says oops let me check..

640 we are done eating she brings ticket I ask,please make sure MOZZARELLA cheese sticks not on the ticket.. She says they will be out in a second and they will be free!! Lmao

Frank Evans says just make them to go..NO MARINARA WITH RANCH..

We are paying our ticket waitress hands our MOZZARELLA cheese sticks and says we are waiting on MARINARA.. We said again just ranch please..

We get a cup of ranch.. We are walking to our car.. Our waitress comes running out... Ma'am,ma'am here is your MARINARA!!!

We both at same time hollared. We didn't want MARINARA to begin with.. Thank you anyway..

So we get in the car.. I say babe I'm gonna eat one of these MOZZARELLA cheese sticks while they are hot.. Nobody likes heated up MOZZARELLA cheese sticks..

And there is NO FREAKING CHEESE IN ANY OF THEM!!! SEE PIC BELOW!!

SO WE DRIVE OFF STILL LAUGHING..

MERRY...

Ah, Denny’s—where hunger meets apathy. Strolling in at 11 PM, I wasn’t expecting a Michelin star experience, but I also wasn’t prepared for what felt like a hostage situation in a breakfast-themed purgatory.

The menu, while vast, is a testament to the belief that quantity trumps quality. My Grand Slam tasted more like a Sad Whimper. The pancakes were fluffier than my expectations (a low bar), but the eggs looked like they were holding a grudge against the spatula. As for the bacon? It was less "crispy delight" and more "questionable jerky."

The staff, bless their weary souls, seemed trapped in their own existential crises. Service was slower than dial-up internet, and my server’s cheerful "I’ll be right with you" was so convincing, I almost believed it—until 20 minutes later, when I finally flagged down someone else for my coffee refill.

The ambiance was a curious mix of fluorescent lighting and despair, punctuated by a jukebox that might have been playing elevator music or the soundtrack to my regret—I couldn’t tell.

Overall, Denny’s delivers on its promise: food that exists, in a place that stays open. It’s the kind of spot where you leave full, not of joy, but of mild disappointment. Two stars, because the pancakes didn’t actively insult me, and the coffee was...

It really all started when I pulled into the parking lot. The lot is tore up filled with potholes. The building is an old one and very dirty. The windows look like they haven't been cleaned since the building opened. So we went in because we were hungry. Upon walking in the door was just as dirty. I didn't want to touch the handle. Walked in was greeted and told to have a seat. There was maybe 3 people in there. Service was great we didn't have to wait for anything. Ordered coffee to start. Coffee came in what looks like 2 cups that were just picked up off of another table. They were dirty, not dirty like it went through the dishwasher and missed a spot, dirty like they didn't even try to clean them. I order the philly omelet. The other person ordered another omelet. She asked if the hash browns could be cooked light and was told how else are they supposed to be, we don't burn our food. To which the meat on the philly omelet was burnt and the hash browns were so crispy it was like a big potato chip. Couldn't look out the window because there was so many face and hand prints on it you couldn't see through combined with the grime on the outside. Anyway, it won't be a place...