Cattlemen's Steakhouse

The oldest continually operated restaurant in the state. Retro-fitting that old of a building must have been a daunting task. And, in many respects, it's a job well done. But in others, well.....

There is one Disabled Parking spot in front of the restaurant. It is well painted and signed. Like all old buildings that allow parking on the street, this spot was a diagonal space. The key thing to remember here is that you are parking on the street. In order to get to the ramp, you must enter a a very, very busy traffic flow. I don't like it when I can see the color of the eyes of the passenger in the car racing in front of me. Not my cup of tea. On the south side of the building there are 4 more Disabled Parking spots. The restaurant would be well advised to add a 5th to the side lot and turn the front spot into regular parking.

At the front door, there is a "Press for Assistance" button. It's much like the buttons on mall entrances except that an employee opens the door for you. I wish all restaurants had this feature. We didn't actually press the button so I don't know if it was working.

Inside, you immediately experience the main problem with this restaurant. Crowd control. People standing around waiting to be seated. Sometimes there is an orderly line. Sometimes not. I tried to find the restroom when the congestion was at its worst. I had to turn back. And then I was in the uncontrolled crowd. Sheesh!

After the mayhem subsided, I tried again. An easy ride into the next room, which had the restrooms at the end. The path to the restrooms had counter seating on the left and booths on the right. I bounced off every bottom on the left and had conversations with every body in the booths. It was not possible to actually roll my chair with both hands. Not enough room. I had to grab a table top (thus, the conversations) and catapult myself to the next booth. On the way back, I guess because I'm right handed, I actually got stuck. A waitress spotted my distress and ran through some back area and came up behind me and pushed me clear. Usually, these type of close encounters can be accommodated by moving tables. But these were fixed position counters and booths. Have someone in your party push you.

Inside the restroom there was plenty of space. It was huge. But the stall, while wide, still did not have enough room for me to turn around and close the stall door. FAIL!

This was a mixed emotions visit. At some points I wanted to yell "Bravo!". At other parts I wanted to scream.