Steak and Ale
For the first time in quite a while, my wife and I wound up at our local Steak & Ale for dinner on Saturday evening (we had started out to a new, local place which as it turned out was closed for the July 4th weekend).
Anyway, I had the Kensington Club (their signature marinated sirloin) and my wife had the 6oz Filet Mignon. These were undoubtably the worst, flavorless steaks we had ever eaten. They were almost like steaks that were frozen and prepared in a microwave!
I continually put salt and pepper on mine trying to add flavor, but to no avail.
What's with Steak & Ale? Have they really fallen that far down? It was a long time since we were there but won't be going back. Absolutely AWFUL!!!!!
Anyone had any similar experience?
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WOW! I have not eaten at a Steak and Ale in years. However, my experieces do not mirror any of the previous responses. I lived in Springfield, Missouri for five years. My family and I ate frequently at the local Steak and Ale. The restaurant was always a great dining experience. It was more of an upscale dining experience. The first time my family ate there it was a bit intimidating when we pulled into the parking lot. We had our minivan and the building was surrounded with Mercedes, Lexus, Lincolns, etc.. When walked in we were greeted by the hostess and I knew immediately that this was no "stab em and slab em joint". After a short wait we were seated and the servers, both male and female, who were nicely clothed were very courteous and professional. Until we moved from Springfield in 2000 there was not one bad dining experience. I do not know what they are like now because I have visited there once since we moved. I only hope they have not digressed to point that most of the respondents have described.
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re: swissgirl
Back in the 70s Steak & Ale was awesome. My family lived in Charlotte, NC, when I was 8, 9, 10. Remember dad taking business clients and the family for dinner. First chain to do a salad bar is I recall. And it was super good.
Last time I ate in one had to have been 6+ years ago in downtown Atlanta. It was horrendous.
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I haven't been in years (there's not one where I live now), but I can't believe no one has mentioned that wonderfully delicious brown bread they serve before the meal. People always said you could go buy bread from them to take home, but I never did... now I'm nowhere near one. Sigh.
Seems like the atmosphere must have varied pretty greatly between locations. The one in my hometown wasn't open late, did have the Olde English theme, but I don't recall anyone having to wear anything "bar-maidy", although I think they had English-themed uniforms. Now I can't remember. But, considering it was a popular place for the 5pm Early Bird "seniors", I don't think the wench attire would have gone over well.
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In college they were good for exactly one thing.
Post party, pre-hangover late night grease.
I am sure the food would not stand up to the light of day, but just before dawn it worked.›8 Replies-
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re: Fibber McGee
Steak & Ale provided me with one of my most memorable worst jobs ever! While in college, I was briefly a cocktail waitress at their location in Scotch Plains NJ. They made you wear these very short plaid bar"maidy" outfits. I had just completed all of my sidework, and I went up to the bar to get a glass of water, the bar manager was a real witch, she snarled at me, and yelled, what are you doing standing around here?! Get to work! It was right before a busy Friday night was about to begin... I said "please don't speak that way to me again" She became even more angry. I said "you won't have the chance to speak with me again, I quit" I tossed my little apron on the bar and walked out never to return.
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re: michele cindy
I worked at the Canadian branch of Steak and Ale restaurants (which was called the Three Crowns, but had the same faux English theme with fake horse brasses, etc.) As you noted, the waitresses at lunch had to wear a tarty-looking uniform that was fairly low-cut, and cinched just below the breasts to embellish whatever assets the young lady (and they were all young..) had.
They seemed to specialize in hiring martinets for managers. One guy in particular made it point when hiring you to tell you - "I can find a hundred people to wait tables in one day. It doesn't matter how well you do your job; what matters is whether I like you."
Not surprisingly, one night, three of the waiters came in late at night wearing masks, put this guy into a couple of laundry bags, tossed him in the trunk of their car, and drove him a few miles north into the farmers' fields that surrounded Toronto at the time. They left him there, tied up, and skedaddled. He came in the next day, quite subdued, and transferred to a US location just a few months later.
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