Well, with a little energy and pinch of tongue between the cheek and gum, it might have. But the theme nag T&T rode in on dragged a buckboard full of blues to boot. (An aside: I recall rock music, and not country-western, churning through the sound system. Not that I wasn’t grateful, but, for horse country, isn’t that odd?)
 
I ordered the bison burger (12 buckaroos). Rare. It arrived well done with room temperature fries. I showed the buffalo puck to the server. It went back. A while later, I got a fresh new well done bison burger. Step up: The fries were hot. I ate half the burger and took the remainder home and fed it to the dog, who loved it!
 
The quesadillas one of my dining pardners ordered were flat in every respect. My other pardner ordered a well done bison and got it, along with the mayo he had emphatically declined.
 
At one point my drink ran out … and kept staying run out. I tired of waiting and moseyed up to the bar just as its tender disappeared. Dawdled there for a spell. (This was around 1 o’clock. Maybe 8 customers, max, in the place.) Finally I left the glass on the bar and returned to our table muttering “casual respect.”
 
This was my one and most likely only lunch at Twist & Turn. Granted, maybe we showed up on a bad day. But if T&T’s food and service remain consistent with its perfunctory thematic façade, about the best I can say is, for the casually famished, I reckon it’ll do. But for the foodie, it just plumb pulls up lame.
 
*I made that up.
 
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