We went to Black Angus the other night for the first time in ages.
I do the MyPoints thing and had earned enough points to get fifty dollars in gift cards. Earlier this week, the mail brought junk mail and one piece had a coupon for $13.00 off of their twofer special. We figured we’d take advantage of it.
Since the filet mignon was not one of the pieces of meat offered with the coupon (it was with the twofer, but not using the coupon) I went with the chicken. I chose “teriyaki”.
I remember when I first started dating, my first true love would take me to a nice restaurant by the name of Hungry Hunter (not too many of those around). One of his good friends managed one of the local restaurants. And I would have the teriyaki steak. It was tender, it was tasteful and it was really good. The meat was marinated in a teriyaki sauce for at least twenty-four hours before serving. It was cooked to perfection.
Well, that chicken I got at Black Angus? What a disappointment. They cooked the chicken, slapped the sauce on it after, and called it “teriyaki chicken”. I guess they’d do the same if you ordered “barbeque chicken”. Cook it, then slap some barbeque sauce on it.
We had the big mountain fudge cake for dessert. We split it. It’s a large piece of chocolate cake, with a scoop of ice cream on top and a container of hot fudge to pour over it. The cake was dry, the fudge wasn’t hot (didn’t pour worth squat).
I might as well have eaten at Carl’s Jrs. At least the dinner only ended up costing us seven bucks, what we left for a tip (not real impressed with our server). There’s still $6.85 on the card.
Won’t go back there for a long, long, long time. I wonder if it used to be so good because we’d had a few alcoholic beverages beforehand. Booze has been known to impair judgement, you know.
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