Applebee’s

Went there this past Friday like we always do every Friday. It’s our ritual after my boyfriend gets home from work. We enjoy going to have a few drinks and listen to the great DJ Reno Luna! The past 2 Friday’s though we have had issues with the drinks. They are weak. I ordered the Brutus margarita and all you can taste was the sweet syrup. I’m pretty sure there was no alcohol. Same thing happened the week before. Week before though our waiter got the drink fixed. This last time, the bartender told the waiter we would be charged for a shot to be added to the drink. Why would we be charged if the drink wasn’t made right? I said nope, not gonna pay for that. There was not even a mention of removing the charge for the drink from our bill as I did not drink it. The waiter was a nice kid. But management needs to do something about the bartender, and train the waiters on how to handle situations like this appropriately. If there’s a next time, guess I’ll have to stick to wine or beer as the bartender doesn’t know how to make cocktails. The three stars are for the DJ and cuz usually the waiters are pretty good. Zero stars for the bartender and their mix drinks.

Mediocre. At best.
The service is probably not what a franchise owner would want to see…
The servers have a face that «if looks could kill», We would all be in big trouble …
Beer is cold — point
The chips, are pieces of wood. They will cut your gums if you have not made flossing a regular part of daily hygiene. Blah

Meh… that’s all I can say. The place smells, the food was cook how we ordered however the steaks were kind of cold. The sangrias however were really good !

Thought we couldn’t go wrong with Applebee’s… WRONG! There aren’t many choices in Del Rio, so it’s unfortunate that you can’t count on a chain restaurant like this. This location felt dirty. There were flies everywhere. The staff was extremely casual and spent more time clustered around chatting than making the guests experience pleasant.

As soon as we walked in, we were greeted by the hostess and were seated. We sat and waited to be served for 15 – 20 minutes. No waiter ever approached us to even acknowledge that we were there. Unfortunately we left with empty stomachs.

Would have given 3 stars if they hadn’t BLASTED the stupid football game volume way high on Monday night around 8pm… it was so nice and quiet when we got there a little earlier. The manager even apologized to us, yet only turned it down a couple notches, still blasting and echoing through the whole restaurant, and we were sitting in the furthest corner booth from any speakers. She tried to blame it on the «rear projecting speakers» in their new TV’s…just turn down the VOLUME. The bar folks can hear it fine, even at lower volumes. MOST people come to EAT FOOD, not listen to TV’s and their blaring commercials. If it was ONLY a Bar, it may be more appropriate for loud TV volume, but this is supposed to be a family restaurant with a bar.
Food was ok, portions were medium size which filled us thin folks. Shrimps were very small and soft texture, not much taste. Asian Chicken was decent, a little dry but typical for healthy grilled chicken dishes. Chili’s was a better food quality and noise level experience. Given the few choices in Del Rio, we might give it another chance, especially for my free birthday meal=) Hope someone tells management to turn down the volume for GOOD.

When eating out with teenagers, and less adventurous company, I find myself in either, a tried-​and-​true chain establishment, or in the comforts of the home kitchen, cooking up old family favorites.
The Applebee’s experience turned out to satisfy everyone in our group, so no complaints there. Well, the noise level of the music could’ve dropped a few notches, being this was dinner, not a stake out for a dance partner.
My son enjoyed his full rack of baby back ribs, an all American carnivore right there. My daughters Reuben sandwich was just how she wanted without the sauerkraut. My fathers fish n chips were just enough to fill him up, and my Cajun Steak and Shrimp sizzler was cooked perfectly. Our server was quick to refill drinks if needed, and we lucked out not having to wait for a table on a Friday evening, (tax free shopping weekend).

I went here with a coworker for lunch on ⁷⁄₁₂ while in town on business.
I had the Dijon Chicken and Portabellos. It was delicious, as were the veggies and the potatoes.
The service was very good.

the fish and chips were really good but the service was slow. It’s slow everywhere in Del Rio… at every single restaurant

Wife had the lunch salad with soup and bread sticks. She had tomato basil soup and oriental chicken salad. Service was a little slow not too busy in here. I did not eat since I had lunch already. This was first time at this apple Bs might actually eat here next time.

Were do I start! Never have I had to wait 30 minutes anywhere in the country just to get our drinks. If the joint was packed with patrons I would understand but it was maybe 25% full. We finally received our order at the 50 minute mark. The worst service I have ever been a part of in 30 years! I would never visit that place again ever!

My mother, honestly, she really tried. Hard. She tried to teach her oldest son all of the refinements he might need if he decided to venture out of the wild corner of Wyoming where he spent his youth. Manners, courtesy, all of that. But she was radically outnumbered in her quest to civilize her first-​born. First, most primally, there was the land itself. Wyoming is hard country. It is not polite, and it is certainly not refined. It is alternately scorching hot (100+ is not uncommon in the summer) and freezing cold (–10 isn’t uncommon, either), and always always dry. Back when such thoughts were politically acceptable, people would have said it was man’s country. Second, there were the people who worked on our ranch. Three or four guys, most older than 50, who had spent their lives working difficult and dangerous jobs. Not, frankly, refined people, although all of them were good people. Third, there were the stories that peppered my childhood, stories usually about the ranch, and the people who worked there, and especially my dad and my grandfather. Stories of horrible injuries ignored («rub some dirt in it» and «walk it off» were common recommendations when I injured myself), and amazing physical feats accomplished informed Young Ben what Real Men were like.
And thus, while my mother’s stubborn attempts at civilizing me were not for naught (I do know how to tell my forks apart, no matter how many you might throw at me [pickle, FTW!]), the reality is that I grew up indoctrinated into the deep mysteries of Being a Real Man. I have rung blood out of my sock and gone back to work. I have stopped arterial bleeding with paper towels and electrical tape. And I’ve learned some things along the way. And one of the things I learned has something to do with this review (I promise!).
When my brother went to flight school in Del Rio, one of his classmates made the mistake of admitting, during a drunken sharing session during the first week of school, that he HATED it when people at a restaurant sang happy birthday to him. It embarrassed the hell out of him. Anyone with any passing knowledge of being a Real Man knows what happened next: for the remaining year of flight school, EVERY SINGLE TIME this guy went out to a restaurant, it was suddenly his birthday, and time for the waitresses to sing to him. Frankly, this is fairly basic Man Code stuff: admit weakness and your weakness will be poked. Men will do this for several reasons: (1) because it’s funny; (2) as a reminder not to show weakness; and (3) because they want to help you get over your weakness through immersion therapy.
If it was me, I would have been satisfied when flight school ended and this guy had experienced roughly 40 birthdays in 1 year. But, at my brother’s wedding, while I was cutting a rug to Fatboy Slim’s Rockefeller Skank, the DJ interrupted to say «I understand that, in addition to a wedding, we have a birthday today. So let’s all sing happy birthday to [this guy].» THAT, my friends, is taking it to the next level.
Thus it was [here it comes] that, while I was in Del Rio to celebrate my brother’s graduation from flight school, a flock of Applebee’s waitresses descended on our table to wish the lucky birthday boy (who had joined us for lunch) a happy happy happy happy happy birthday… to YOU! I can’t really recommend any food at Applebee’s, but if you find yourself here, I would stick with the fajitas. I also recall a tortilla soup that was surprisingly good. Also, the giant margaritas are particularly good this close to the border.