Longhorn Steakhouse

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  Luis Gomez3 weeks ago

  The food was decent, not the best cut of steak, a bit on the chewy side but as far as flavoring and seasoning it was prepared and cooked well. The service was excellent I sat at the bar and the bartender was sweet and attentive. Good atmosphere. I had an old fashioned drink with a TBone steak and a loaded potato.

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  Sunny Bono4 months ago

  Travelling, stopped in Minot ND. Hadn't eaten all day and so decided to go to Texas Longhorn. Walked in, waited at the empty reception desk to be acknowledged (took up to 5 mins before someone finally showed up). Even was waiving my arms at nearby wait staff who ignored me. Finally, a male shows up. I told him i waited to be seated while others just went to the bar, where i wanted to go, but now its full. Got seated next to the bar. Ordered a beer and then th 20oz steak, medium, with brussel sprouts and fries plus a glass of red wine. I asked the waitress if they offer anything like a whiskey peppercorn sauce with the steak, and she said no, but they do have a Bearnaise sauce, which agreed to. I also asked the server for a seperate bill for the alcohol at the end. Food came out nice and hot. Waited for my wine and no bearnaise sauce arrived. Cut into the steak and all was fine, until i got to the centre. The steak went from medium to less than medium rare (see last picture). By this time the glass of wine finally showed up, and it was warm!!!!! I drank about 1/4 of it and gave up. Asked for the bill and of course the alcohol was not seperated!!! I was staying at the Townplace Suites where there is a small kitchenette. Took out the frying pan and cooked the steak over the stove... what a real disappointment, not impressed, and truly a let down!!! I would have rated this place a 2.5 stars....

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  Ryan3 weeks ago

  UPDATE 2: We came back a week later and for Minot the ribs were great. Thank you for doing such a great job. UPDATE 1: The online customer service support was awesome. With what happened they refunded us for the horribly burnt ribs. You can read my original post about that. Original Post: Let me start by saying we love this restaurant. Normally we do curbside pickup and have always enjoyed our food. Tonight was a definite miss by the chef. Unfortunately the rack of ribs was completely burnt and basically ashtray flavored. It was a sad waste of a full rack of ribs since they went in the trash. At least the potato, bread, and mac&cheese were great. From now on we’ll definitely check the bag before we leave.

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  Joshua Cables2 months ago

  We took my daughter, her boyfriend, & her friend to LongHorn in Minot to celebrate her first big-girl job. That’s right: my child is employed, contributing to society, & making enough money to one day understand why adults stare silently at gas pumps. Naturally, we celebrated the only way a respectable family can: by ordering enough food to make a small village sit down & reconsider its lifestyle choices. Jaedina appeared at our table with the speed and purpose of somebody who heard there was a free appetizer involved. She was hungry, motivated, locked in, & wearing a truly awesome butterfly neck tattoo that made her look like she could either bring you a refill or help you escape a maximum-security facility. She got us squared away immediately with virgin Shirley Temples for the minors and a spiked strawberry lemonade for me. That lemonade was not a beverage. It was a pink, fruity felony. One sip in and suddenly I understood why lawn flamingos exist. It was white-girl-wasted worthy—the kind of drink that makes you text “we should totally get a pontoon” to people you haven’t spoken to since 2014. We started with Wild West Shrimp, & I need you to picture this: every shrimp looked at the fryer, screamed “FOR GLORY,” & swan-dived in like it owed the ocean money. Crispy. Spicy. Dangerous. Delicious. Was there enough ranch? No. There is *never* enough ranch. Ranch is a sauce, a lifestyle, an emergency contact, & possibly a constitutional right. But we were not there for moderation. We were there because calories had personally invited us. Steaks arrived. Everybody got steak except my daughter, who got the 12-piece grilled shrimp, because she still has dreams & functioning internal organs. I got my steak with parmesan crust & mushrooms—affectionately known in our household as poop flowers—& let me tell you: that steak looked like it had just won custody of the grill. Parmesan crust sizzling on top, mushrooms doing their little forest-business, & enough flavor to make a grown man stare into the middle distance & whisper, “I forgive everyone.” We ordered loaded baked potatoes. Then we were informed that regular potatoes had apparently disappeared from the restaurant, the state of North Dakota, & perhaps the known universe. But they pivoted to loaded mashed potatoes, which honestly raises more questions than it answers. And then there was the baked mac and cheese. Look at the picture. This is not mac and cheese; this is a **cheese volcano after a custody battle**. It came out bubbling, browned, crusty, and looking like it had already fought three people in the parking lot. Every bite was creamy, smoky, and just reckless enough to make you loosen your belt in public with confidence. By the end of dinner, we were full in a way that cannot be measured by science. We left feeling like an overweight Olympic team that didn’t win medals but did receive a gift card, a ceremonial handshake, and a coupon for compression socks. We had achieved nothing athletically, yet somehow we were champions. Darian, the manager, came by to make sure we were satisfied. Sir, satisfied does not begin to cover it. We were **emotionally defeated by parmesan, spiritually healed by mashed potatoes, and physically transformed into four people who should not make any sudden movements.** Jaedina was fantastic. Darian was awesome. The service was fast, friendly, and sharp. The food was outstanding. The drinks were dangerous in the best possible way. The steak was excellent. The shrimp chose violence. The ranch shortage remains a national concern. The potato mystery will haunt me until the end of my days. I promised gold in a review and a survey, and I keep my promises. LongHorn Minot: 5 stars. Would absolutely return. Bring stretchy pants, a ranch reserve, and somebody responsible enough to drive after the strawberry lemonade.

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  Jaqueline F4 months ago

  I went back today, confirming the quality of the service and the taste of the wonderful cuts of meat. Here if you know what they are doing, with the wonderful cuts of meat. A delight and good quality, I recommend it.