Remember in the early years of the millennium when TV psychics had viewers convinced it was a wise idea to send them money? I'm convinced those TV psychics banded together after emerging from tax evasion, pooled their money and funded the expansion of the Chuy's name into the DFW metroplex. They then changed their mission to convincing people to use their money not for paying someone to guess what the future may be, but to rather spend their money on food and services that are one step below mediocre. Of course, a glance at Chuy's menu and their story tells us this is not at all what happened, but it makes for a much more entertaining story, just like there are much more enticing dining options you can consider.
Six of us went to Chuy's this previous weekend, and for four us, myself included, it was the first time. I had heard great things about Chuy's, and had seen this particular location packed on a regular basis. Certainly a fair amount of those customers are overflow from the movie theater nearby, but I'm going to guess there are more than a few regulars who frequent this spot. It's fortuitous there's plenty of parking for everyone, with a decent-sized waiting room and seating outside to handle the lengthier wait times.
Once you're inside, things take a turn for the mundane with a hint of someone who took decorating recommendations from "Pee-wee's Playhouse." The neon glow of 50s diner lights accentuates kitschy decor choices, like a ceiling flanked by a mosaic of hubcaps. It walks a fine line between "fun" and "trying way too hard," but I give the edge to "fun." There's clearly a sense of humor at work here, as evidenced by some of the legitimately clever T-shirts for sale in the lobby. But after a couple hours surrounded by the decorations and a couple of drinks, don't be surprised if you start to feel like you are falling down the rabbit hole despite not leaving the booth.
Fortunately, our server, Kyle, ensured we were firmly rooted in reality during our visit, with his commendable service, attention to his guests and hearty personality. Unfortunately, he was handling at least four tables, and literally no one else we interacted with instilled any sort of confidence in the staff here. From the girl who ran us side plates while admitting she could only find five and the kitchen was running low on them, to the food runners who had no idea which dish belonged to which diner, there was a sense of unease whenever someone who was not our server came to our table.
That unease carried over into the food we dined on. Actually, scratch that: unease kicked in when looking at the paltry beer selections. Urban Taco has a more diverse Mexican beer selection, but, realistically, booze is not everything. The food should carry the restaurant, and Chuy's scored a solid 50 percent for our table, with three of us enjoying our meal and the other three looking for a drivethru to stop at on the way home.
First, the bad: the enchiladas apparently had "zero flavor while being cold on the inside." And the tortilla soup was "watery, at best." Then, the good: the ground sirloin tacos were "good, not great, and not hot." Finally, the best: the Elvis fried chicken. Kyle suggested getting it with an egg atop it, and he turned what I think would be a great dish into a phenomenal one. Lays Potato Chip-crusted fried chicken with green chile and an egg? If you're planning on having your first, second or nineteenth heart attack, this is the dish for you. All joking aside, the hype for this dish is completely justified by my fellow Yelpers.
But one dish does not a worthy dining option make. There are way too many restaurants to pick from to put this one into your regular rotation - go up to Legacy for Mexican Sugar, or head south on Preston for Anamia's. And those are just a couple of choices within 10 minutes of this place! Branch out and try something different. Chuy's clearly is not going anywhere, so it will still be here when you get back. read more