Lunch with two dear friends of many decades is always a bright spot in the day. Unfortunately, everyone is so busy we don't get together often enough.
When we do, however, there's always the question of where to meet. Recently, one of my dear cohorts suggested the Longhorn Steak House in West Springfield, MA. Since two of us had never been there, it was a "go."
One step through the door and one is immediately transported to cowboy territory. Even in the lobby outside the main restaurant, a shelf of cowboy boots greets each visitor. The coat rack sports a ten gallon hat and other cowboy paraphernalia.
The lighting inside the restaurant is on the dark side but there is plenty to feast the eyes on besides food. On the way to our table, we passed a large sculpture of a ride 'em cowboy on a bucking bronco.
A long line of metal cowboy figures (shown at top of post) against a background lighted like the sunset brightens up one wall in the restaurant.
A bright spotlight zooms down on the head of what was once a bull or cow.
Both huge and small paintings, most with a cowboy theme, hang throughout the entire restaurant and more metal figures of cowboys and animals separate some of the tables.
There are no sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Rather, unique lamps made from horns definitely merit a second look.
At our table, a small lamp had a shade with cowboy figures on it.
Our first bite was a warm, honey wheat bread with whipped butter. Sorry folks, there are no photos of the rest of the food because we all just dug in and ate it all up. I had French onion soup and salad with blue cheese dressing. Every bite was yummy.
Dining at the Longhorn is like stepping into a little bit of the west, right here in the east!
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