tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post8930202616988126619..comments2024-03-25T23:52:46.691-04:00Comments on Mad Jack's Shack: Restaurant Review: Lone Star Steakhouse and SaloonMad Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06190137186843630543noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post-4294605695277009152010-09-16T15:55:05.262-04:002010-09-16T15:55:05.262-04:00I know what you mean. I got a prime rib once and c...I know what you mean. I got a prime rib once and could not identify just what it was. I sent it back, welts and all, with the explanation that while I couldn't identify it, I could tell that it was <i>not</i> a prime rib.Mad Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06190137186843630543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1531929769862216250.post-82293019599434884422010-09-15T22:24:24.921-04:002010-09-15T22:24:24.921-04:00Despite growing up in S. Florida I don't do se...Despite growing up in S. Florida I don't do seafood. The wife and son do, though. I broke down and took them to what is supposed to be one of the better seafood places in town so they could get some crab legs. I was delighted when I saw steak on the menu and ordered it. As soon as it was delivered I knew I was in trouble. I took a couple of bites then gave up on it.<br /><br />When the waitress came back she asked about the steak. "That cow died in vain," I replied. She looked puzzled. I explained I could have gone to a Quincy's, Ryan's or Black Angus and paid eight bucks for the same quality of steak they charged me seventeen for. <br /><br />Fortunately, the manager came over and comped the steak. I haven't been back to that joint.Beat And Releasehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17942485015211254209noreply@blogger.com