My wife and I frequent steakhouses and nicer restaurants at least twice a month, looking for 'THE' place.  You know, the one you love and can always count on for a perfect meal.  We are fans of Ruth's Chris near the Biltmore and adore Mastro's in North Scottsdale.  We came to Red's hoping to find 'THE' restaurant, or at least another top-notch establishment closer to home.  We live in Litchfield Park and have grown weary of hour-long drives to tasty restaurants.  \n\nI made the reservation online through OpenTable and when our party of four arrived the table was ready.  We went on a Saturday evening at 7:30pm and were very surprised when only a third of the tables were occupied.  About ten minutes passed before a harried and flustered woman who we could only assume would be our waitress arrived.  She did not introduce herself and pointedly asked if we wanted drinks.  She seemed abnormally rushed considering the emptiness of the restaurant.  Food was eventually ordered and it took an abnormally long time to arrive.  The portions were not very large, and at the end of the meal there were NO leftovers.  My wife's $46 dollar ribeye was very thin cut and not very flavorful.  My friend's Bison Filet was slightly better but very salty.  I ordered a $9 Caesar salad and it was literally six leaves of Romaine lettuce with a milliliter of Caesar dressing squirted onto it.  It was the least substantial and worst excuse for a salad I have ever seen.  The waitress even saw it when she was first delivering it--and saw that it only had four leaves of Romaine--and had it taken back to the kitchen.  When it returned, I was overwhelmed to see the leaf total skyrocket to six.  At different points in the night I saw the hostess stop hostessing and start delivering food and desserts.  Something tells me these folks are very understaffed.  \n\nWhen you pay this much for a meal you expect a certain level of service and Red's does not deliver it.  The total bill came to over $220 dollars (without tip) thanks in part to a 250% mark up on our wine.  I was embarrassed that we had brought our friends here and will not return.