Brown House Cafe — Restaurant in Woodway

It's hard for me to give this place 5 stars....and I'll admit, I'm a bit of a softie when it comes to Google reviews, being that they really can make or break a business. Ok...where do I start? My wife and I have visited bhc a couple of times since moving to McGregor, at their old location, and we were kinda turned off at the atmosphere there, the food was good but the old building definitely remided you of eating dinner at a Denny's in the mid 1990's lol. The new location is asthetically fantastic......but the service is subpar. Tonight we ordered the Friday night special for me (catfish and shrimp basket with onion rings) and my wife had the nachos....we received our food very shortly after we got our drinks, which seemed kinda odd for a Friday night in a packed house.....then I realized why......my catfish was cold....the shrimp was hot and the onion rings....ehh. My wife had the beef nachos which consisted of about 12oz of tortilla chips, a heavy portion of beens, jalapenos, red onions, queso, a drizzle of sour cream and a tablespoon of ground beef. To be constructive....I think the area that bhc is lacking the most is definitely management. They honestly have tons of potential.....they're just lacking in the execution...if you're going to serve fried food, it should be too hot to pick up when they serve it. If you're going to serve BEEF nachos, then BEEF should be abundantly present, or at the very least proportionate to the rest of the ingredients. And if you're going to have a restaurant serving patrons next door to a premier ER, please have someone checking food temperatures for safety, Now this is my opinion, but then again that what a review is....hope this helps. I'll give them a few weeks and try again maybe for lunch during their slow hours.. hopefully theres some improvement, I really want to...

I really wanted to give this place a great review based on its rate score from previous guest. However, when you first walk in, this place has a down home, laid back vibe, and it was crowded and monothematic in its presence. (brown and more brown everywhere). I wasn't impressed at all. I was greeted by the hostess and was told it would be a few minutes before I could be seated. A minute or two later, the waitress took me to my table. The table and chairs look old and uninviting, and guess what...brown. Hmmm...I'm not getting a good vibe of this place at all. Remember when I stated it was crowded? Well, yep. I tolerated listening to several young children screaming and crying while I tried to give my order to the waitress. I know its not the childrens fault, but maybe they were just as unimpressed and stressed as I was. Anyway, I ordered the French Toast with chicken sausage, grits and scrambled eggs, and a coffee. The wait took about 10 minutes...okay not a big deal. But when I got my food, again, visually, I was not impressed. It was brown except for my yellow scrambled eggs. The presentation was boring, my food was luke warm, and my coffee was bitter. Oh and the syrup container was covered in syrup droplets...seriously? See the photo I posted. That's just nasty. Please wipe them off. I had no tolerance between hearing screaming children, cold food, and an uninterested waitress to complain and ask that my food be remade. People have a certain expectation of how they like their food served and how flavorful it is. Brown House Cafe is lacking in visual presentation, its environment, and bland food. If it improves on these three basic things, then it might get more stars and a more well-deserved review, but for today, they...

Brown House Cafe: Where Your Taste Buds Go to Church and Leave Speaking in Tongues

Let me tell you something: if you haven’t been to the Brown House Cafe in Waco, you’re doing breakfast wrong, lunch dirty, and your whole life mildly off-course.

Walking in, I was greeted like a long-lost cousin at a Southern family reunion. The air smelled like biscuits just fell in love with bacon and decided to build a future together. I sat down and was instantly handed a mug of coffee so strong it could file your taxes.

Let’s talk food. I ordered the chicken fried steak, eggs, hash browns, and a biscuit the size of a toddler’s head. I didn’t know whether to eat it or name it and enroll it in kindergarten. The gravy? THICKER than Texas humidity in July and smoother than a George Strait love song.

My buddy got the pancakes, and I swear when they hit the table, someone whispered “Behold.” They were golden, fluffy, and big enough to double as emergency floatation devices.

And don’t sleep on the service. Our waitress, Linda (God bless her), called me “honey,” “darlin’,” and “sweet pea” all in one sentence while refilling my coffee like it was a matter of national security. At one point, I got misty-eyed and thought, “Is this what it feels like to be truly loved?”

In conclusion: Brown House Cafe isn’t just a restaurant. It’s a culinary hug. It’s where calories don’t count and your soul gets a warm biscuit. If I could give it 6 stars, I would, but that would break the internet.

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