Roadhouse Prime Rib Burger
This is not a roadhouse. Despite the promises; there are no Texas style BBQ items on the menu, and there is nowhere for you to watch your meat cook on a spit. The walls are covered with cheap furniture store art: in short this place is a sham. Over two years ago the fine men who brought us The Boom Boom Room promised Greater Victoria would get its own Big Texan. Instead we got some pseudo-upscale rat-hole serving Thai Noodle Salad. This place is perhaps the biggest restaurant disappointment the Victoria area has ever seen.
Visions of chicken-fried steaks danced in my head when I first read this Times Colonist article two years ago. Sadly the vision for this restaurant changed completely, and now we're stuck with another place with a tourist trap menu and a supplier patty burger.
When this package came to the table the little burger discus had sunk so far into the over-toasted bun that it was almost impossible to see. Soon I found it hiding behind a thin layer of cheese, exuding all the fucking banality of a high school newspaper. This same patty is being supplied to probably dozens of other area restaurants, and it's just plain boring. Oh sure they use a ciabatta bun to try and fool you into thinking this is some sort of bourgeoisie treat, but anyone who eats at McDonald's knows its a fucking scam.
The Saanich Roadhouse is a joke. It's all borrowed style and no substance. The spiral staircase and tall tables might impress some, but not people who actually eat when they go to restaurants. Eating in the parking lot of the gas station next door would have been a more pleasant experience. At least a gas station doesn't put on airs.
VERDICT: Broken Promises and Shattered Dreams: The Saanich Roadhouse Story.