Fatty’s Gonna Feast

I'm going to eat at the Stockyard Restaurant tonight. It's both fancy and shmancy, at least according to the prices. I've never been there before, but here's one of the great reviews:

Disappointing food. Exhorbitant prices. Wheelchair accessibility is dangerous. My brother-in-law had been here 10 years ago and raved about it. We went and had to, literally, go in the back door, up a very poorly-maintained wooden ramp and knock on a door that turned out to be in the middle of a dining room, so it interrupted everyone's meal in that room and was embarrassing to us. The steak was just average, the stuffed flounder was quite overcooked and tasteless, and it looked like the frozen rolled up ones in the grocery store. Everything was terribly overpriced, especially the wine and sides. To get to the wheelchair-accessible restroom, we had to (and I'm not making this up!) be escorted by a staff member, had to go outside the restaurant, down that rickety ramp, around the courtyard, and down a loading dock ramp that was so steep that it was dangerous, into the basement level, which is apparently a rarely-used banquet room that was hot, humid, dark and dank. The escort had to stay there while we used the facilities, then we had to backtrack up that extremely steep ramp and into the building, again interrupting other guests' dinners. And, to top it off, we got to pay $250.00 for the privilege! This place may have been good 10 year ago, but as far as I can see, the only reason it's still in business is the rose-colored-glasses-skewed memory of past glory. I live here in Nashville and this place is an embarrassment. If you want good steak, try any of the other steak places in town. They're all better than this one.

An embarrassment to the city, plus I'll have trouble operating my hilarious prank wheelchair! I am concerned.

I'm going there in about an hour, and frankly, the prices mentioned in those reviews scare the ever-loving broke-ass shit out of me. As my wife so eloquently said, "We're probably going to have to split something." I'm about to get boned.


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