text: On our date night, my wife and I decided to stop here for dinner before a movie at Desert Ridge. We were greeted right away (the place was pretty empty at 6pm on a Saturday) and seated at the back corner table. We had plenty of time to look at the menu, as our waitress seated a table two up from us, took their drink order, stopped by the table next to ours to check on them, looked at us, walked back to the front of the restaurant, then came back to see if we'd been helped. Uh, no. The person that seated us apparently hadn't told her we were seated - even though it was her section and she saw us when checking on the other customers. She did apologize, but I didn't buy it. There's a difference between trying to pass the buck and blame someone else vs. actually being sorry about letting you sit there.\n\nOk, over that. Let's order. Couple beers, and a couple of signature sandwiches (pulled pork, with the blue cheese cole slaw not on the sandwich for one). For our sides, HQ (that's the wife) got the mac-n-cheese and I asked her choice between fries and mashed potatoes. Fries were good, she said. Done.\n\nGot the beers. I'd swear the beer was flat. Maybe an old keg. It happens. After that, the food came out quick. The pulled-pork sandwich had zero sauce. Literally just bun and pulled pork. Ok, we'll add our own from the bottle on the table (I'm thinking Honey Bears where it's got bbq sauce with the meat). The sandwich was average at best. No taste. The sauce, not being mixed with the meat, just had nothing to it. And the blue cheese cole slaw that was on the side, again, absolutely no taste. Bland. Now the fries. The menu said Russett Fries. I guess I'm picturing steak-like fries. Nope. Just plain ol' fies. And these were not actually cooked all the way. Not good.\n\nTo summarize: flat beer, bland bbq sandwich, bland blue cheese cole slaw, and undercooked fries. Safe to say it's not a place we'll go to again.