Cheddar's suffers from the same aliment most fajita establishments share. They are very good at keeping the meat at a minimum, hoping you won't notice by loading the plate with rice, beans, and grilled veggies. While I do enjoy a good grilled onion, the key thing to remember is *we ordered fajitas*. The lack of meat means you have to resort to filling tortillas with condiments just to get a good bite of anything. Believe me, I've tried.
The three stars, though come from the fact that the fajitas themselves, sans the mountains of bean and rice, are really quite decent. Not overdone. The service is also two steps above a fox trot. This is a bonus. The problem is fajita quantity. This is one of the places where Sally Struthers films the "Save the Children" commercials. Tortillas just off camera, deceptively delightful scent of sizzling steak and sauteed... umm... cookie monster.
For those who are completely confused, I have to share. Come. Sit. We talk. Cookie Monster is not a questor's friend. It makes people do strange things, like coming back for more fajitas at a decent place instead of a great place. We are talking about a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie about the size of a teacup saucer, hidden under a nounf of vanilla ice cream topped sundae sytle with hot fudge, whipped cream, and optional nuts. This is the most intense distraction a true fajita lover can encounter at this place. Be warned. They are addictive. Remember, know when to say when. Questors don't let questors eat Cookie Monsters.
Overall, it's not a bad place, just not incredible. We are looking for perfection, and though Cheddar's is good, it's not in that part of the ball park. The truth is out there. Stand firm and remember the words of Clara Peller, "Where's the beef?".
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