The Saddle Ranch

Today, we took the kids out to the Legends to have lunch at the Saddle Ranch. Yes, we took our children to a bar. Don’t judge me. (Sidenote: If you visit their site, you will find out the newest 80’s song Georgia likes to rock to. She must have been an 80's groupie in a past life.)

Anyway, it’s one of only three in the country, and it is very interesting. To start off, they had a big fire pit outside where you can roast your own marshmallows for smores. Next, they have a mechanical bull in the center of the restaurant. Eli thought that was pretty cool. One guy rode the bull while we were there, and Eli’s eyes lit up at that. Of course, then came what I expected.

“Mama!!” (I’ve recently become Mama instead of Mommy *sniff sniff*) “Mama!! I want to ride the bull!” I tried to explain to him that they didn’t let little kids ride the bull. Unfortunately, Eli’s logic is to just say the opposite of everything I say. This makes it very difficult to argue. His response to me – “Yes they do!”

Eric distracted him by taking him over to the pool table, which he also found really cool. I should probably be slightly concerned at this point that my son seems to be more entertained by mechanical bulls and pool tables in a bar than he has with anything else in a long time. Hmmmm . . .

Anyway, when the food came, my mouth about dropped open. I ordered a sandwich with mashed potatoes. It came on a plate about half the size of our table. My sandwich seemed normal size, but there was a mound of garlic mashed potatoes on my plate that was as big as my head. I’m really not exaggerating. There were more potatoes on my plate than I had made for 8 people for Thanksgiving dinner.

I looked around. Eric’s dad ordered a sandwich with a side of sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes were served in a skillet and they looked like they were enough to feed a small country. Eric and his mom got Waffles. I think they each had about 10. Needless to say, this place does not skimp on portions.

I’m going to have to go back sometime with my friends and see if there drink portions are as large as their food portions. Maybe after a couple of Saddle Ranch-sized beers, I could work up the courage to ride the mechanical bull. Now that would be a photo for the blog!