Yesterday I travelled to. The restaurant for a meal that I wanted at your steakhouse. You’re suppose to be the best for steak. I’ve had much better at. Chili’s. Anyway I had a good into with my server but when I brought bread the bread was like as hard as week old bread. I waited about 10-15 minutes to be acknowledged by my server and asked for some softer bread. He replied he’d try. 7 minutes later I had much softer bread. I had only left my table to wash my hands before eating. I couldn’t figure out why the bread was so hard. Hard enough to cut a tender mouth. The restrooms floor was so wet a lady came in with a cane and said this is scary. I hadn’t noticed how wet the floor was until she came inside and said what she said. I agreed with her. I went back to my seat and my Caesar salad had been delivered The salad looked appetizing it was good but I hadn’t noticed that in the middle of the salad most of the dressing was clumped in the middle the edges of the salad greens on the outside of the plate is where I had started eating the salad. Mildly seasoned. But good enough to eat. I ordered a New York strip steak at the recommendation of the server. I was stuck between Tri tips or New York strip. I went with the servers suggestion and I tell you it didn’t just stop there the steak was dryyyy and tough. I regretted it but I proceeded with the mashed potatoes. Of which I didn’t know garlic was an upgrade. I was given 3 choices of mashed potatoes. Not knowing that I was playing up sales roulette. Until after getting the check for $31.86. Wow for on person??? I made a fuss about the steak after my server returned when I was halfway through the steak. He asked me if I wanted to change to something else my stomach was in a knot. I declined saying that I was halfway through the steak and full. My stomach didn’t stop hurting until I relieved myself today around 11 a.m. I had taken a colon detox a laxative and softener because I believe the meal wasn’t of any good for me. I don’t know what’s up with your steakhouse. Because I’ve never had this experience at other. Black. Agnis. Restaurants. I felt like I was deliberately and subtly taken for granted and used as a joke and a message to my friends that this particular restaurant doesn’t want our business and if we are foolish enough to not have heard it from others then we’re fair game. You need new staff. I know that. Brentwood. California is. KKK territory but I’ve always given every business in this town the benefit of the doubt but now I’m even more awake and aware. And another thing I didn’t see. 1. African. American employee.