The decision to stop into DC Steakhouse today was one that was reached with quite a fair share of reluctance. As far as AZ Steakhouses go, it's probably nowhere near the top 20, and neither me or my family had ever heard any sort of positive word of mouth about the establishment. For all intense and purpose, we really only went in because somebody had gifted us a Gift Certificate, and since it was one of those places that charged about $27 on average for a cut of meat, it just had to be delicious right?! Wrong.
One of the biggest problems with "DC" has to be the service. The waiter immediately greeted us with an air of extreme arrogance about him. Not only did he lack the knowledge or communication skills necessary to be the sophisticated maitre d' that he imagined himself to be in his own mind, but his inflated ego gave off the impression that we should be flattered just to be allowed both on the premises, and even more so in his presence. It's a lot like those bits that a lot of Stand Up Comics do about the service in France, but right here in our own back yard!
Every time we were approached at our table, he would immediately interject himself into our conversations, and any questions we may have had regarding the menu, were immediately met with 5 minutes of speech on unrelated menu items in fractured English.
My meal started with an order of Fried Mozzarella. The breading itself wasn't too bad, and though the sticks themselves were a little on the soggy side, they at least were plentiful as one order meant a dozen sticks. For my drink I ordered an Iced Tea, and though it's really hard to mess up an Iced Tea, it even harder for me to enjoy it when the rubbish in my glass tastes more like watered down Brisk than anything else.
For my entree I chose to go with the 9oz New York Strip (Medium) which would prove to be one of the worse decisions of the night, trumped only by the decision to visit this establishment. When I finally muscled a piece of the steak into my mouth, I was instantly displeased. The texture was extremely tough, and the steak itself should have come with a hacksaw rather than a steak knife. The rub they use on their meat was fairly good, but after you got past that top layer, you were left with a good inch or bland flavorless cardboard. Though I am aware that the South West is a place renowned for it's droughts, I had never in my wildest dreams would have thought this drought would translate even to the steak I eat, as it was the driest piece of garbage I have ever had the displeasure of consuming. I've cooked budget priced steak on a stove-top that tasted better than this, and the fact that I utterly fail at cooking steaks, speaks volumes as to the quality of this overpriced trash.
As a side I ordered the baked potato. As I tend to like a lot of the fixings with my potato, I chose to take the $2 upgrade and turn mine into a "loaded" baked potato. Apparently in this restaurant, "loaded" just means that they give you a small dipping bowl on the side with the cheese, sour cream, and a few other things in it. Apparently not only was I supposed to overpay them for my meal, but I was also supposed to prep the food myself!
When we collected our check, we were never asked our opinion of the food, and in fact the waiter seemed to sneer at me when I pushed away the idea of taking any of this food home with me. Many other reviewers here have mentioned that you can get a better steak at Outback or Black Angus, and I would also second this notion. Heck, you could probably get a better steak from Golden Coral.
If you are giving a thought to eating here, I would advise you to take your hard earned dollars elsewhere, there are plenty of better mannered quality establishments even within the same complex. If by chance somebody offloaded a Gift Card on you, I would instead stay home and burn it in your fireplace while smashing your shins in with a two by four, as this would likely be a more enjoyable use of your time. read more