text: The view of the Valley from the foot of South Mountain Check Now here is the rest of the storynnIt was our first visit there and over an hour wait was what it took before my wife and I were seated I knew it would be a bit of an old western type place when we parked in the overly rocky dirt lot carefully attempting to avoid the scuffs and scratches that would surely follow if we bumped into the cholla and other desert vegetation I did not want to run over while backing up to the edge of the dry riverbed cutting across that section of the lot I should have known better though when we introduced ourselves at the front door the tables were adorned with red and white plaid plastic tablecovers and the front facade of the building was clad with barn wood circa andsomething I thought to myself ok well even though I have never heard of this place before it popped up on googles review of steakhouses in Phoenix it looks like we might be trying a place that rivals one or two of the other well known steakhouses in the Valley After all there are a couple of others that have been around for years and they are pretty good too Well after placing our order nearly more minutes passed before our meals were served the Filet Mignon and a New York Strip We never learned the name of our waitress but I guess that is because she was busy She definitely mentioned that to us When dinner was ready each of the steaks were neatly plopped on a plain scratched white plate literally without an ounce of anything else to accompany them no not even a parsley snip Just a plain boring piece of meat all alone on that plate My first reaction was is that it Is that what we are about to eat I sat there looked at it for a moment and then looked up at my wife in silence I did not see the mystery server but from somewhere behind me I heard I will be back with your beans and bread in a minute Sure enough the beans arrived with the bread but by then we were not sure we even wanted them The steaks were mediocre at best the filet being WAY over cooked The beans you ask well let us just say that I wondered if we had been called to the back of the chow wagon by cookie because lemme tell ya it must have taken a lot to open that last can of beans marked best if used by February Oh and by the way yeah that bread I never knew they sleeved the loaves in cheap plastic bags back then The bread tasted like the plastic it had been stored in and the frozen butter my wife tried to use well I did not have the heart to dash her hopes of trying one last time to make something of the meal I do not know anyone who would voluntarily opt for torn plastic bread with a hint of butter instead of a nice warn homemade roll or something I guess that would have cost more than our would cover PS If you are looking forward to starting your experience at Tbone steakhouse with a nice salad do not get your hopes up too high Be prepared to serve yourself but only a leaf or two from the wooden bowl over ice That was the weakest excuse for a salad bar I have ever seen ever PATHETIC