Logan's Roadhouse - Wichita

Eating is large and generously portioned, I particularly like her chicken as it has a unique taste (they call it moonlight glaze), her roles are also quite good and keep out as many times as you can keep her eating, I liked her better than Texas Roadhouse and they are much cheaper. Having been here twice and the only criticism is, there is usually a considerable waiting for placement.

I ordered a soup and salad and my sister a steak, baked potato and side salad. The food was decent but the steak and the soup came out before our salad did. Which we had to request 3 times before it was brought to the table and all awhile our waitress hadn't checked in on us once. She wasn't even the one who brought the food. She basically just took our order. We would've understood had they been busy or she had more tables but there was us and the table next to us who received better service from her.

Not impressed at all. The nachos tasted of cold canned chili and stale chips. My son had the bacon on a stick and really enjoyed it. My steak had zero flavor. None. Zip. Zilch. The complimentary bread was a plus

I ordered a create your own platter with a 6 oz. steak and shrimp. I had already ate into the shrimp only to find when I cut into the steak that not only was my medium rare order not medium rare but it would definitely not even pass as rare. Very undercooked and disappointing for an $18 meal.

They say a picture is worth 1000 words. I’m not sure I have that much to say about this place. Judging by the picture on the menu one would think they are going to have a Fantabulous meal but au contraire. When my entrée arrived at the table it was immediately evident there’s no truth in advertising. Before me lay a thinly cut slice of prime rib. About a third the thickness of the one Pictured in the menu. It was accompanied by a skewer of shrimp almost as cold and lifeless as the day after they were originally caught. The loaded baked potato’s presentation looked like somebody who was running late to work and just threw themselves together. As I sat there taking in the disappointment, I looked over at my friends plate and saw he was as equally disappointed as I was with what he had ordered. His portions were so small it reminded me of someone who has the phobia of food touching. They would’ve been pleased, he was not. Returning the focus to my own meal I decided to try the main entrée. The cut itself, although thinly cut, was very delicious. I decided to dip the next bite in my Au Jus sauce, anticipating a hotter bite because of the typical temperature of Au Jus. Oh Crikey! Another disappointment. This sauce barely had a hint of warmth to it. At this point, I had to say something. When our waitress came back by, I asked her to please heat up my sauce. After a few moments she returned. At this point I believe it would probably be much hotter then it was before and possibly too hot, so I cautiously dipped the next bite. OMG, it’s like, all she did was walk into the kitchen and come back out. It was no warmer than it was before. She never did return to the table to ask how our meals were, fortunately for her. Which was fine with me as I didn’t really want to engage her. She would find out soon enough when she saw the tip that I left her. This evening’s entertainment was dead and just like Jeffery Epstein’s death, it didn’t happen on its own.