> wrote:
>My impression of a roadhouse is a rundown bar/grill on a US highway, from
>the after WWII/before interstate highways days. Populated by local
>layabouts, drinking long-neck local beer, and adventurous types driving
>to distant cities in their new '46 Chevys. A couple of Indian
>motorcycles parked out front completes the scene.

My grandpa ran that place outside Sioux City Iowa.

I learned to play pool on a bar table he had in his
basement one of the things he kept after he sold and moved
to South Dakota.

I've been to the "Texas Roadhouse". In fact, the exact
TR that the fake Master Chef was at. It's just the
Texan-stereotyped version of Outback. And the steak
isn't as good. But the chili really is good, and so are
the ribs.

--Blair
"But no actual Master Chef would've
allowed himself through the door
without committing suicide."