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Rumor has it this is the best restaurant in town.  If that's true, it's very sad.  Across the parking lot from my hotel, I've eaten there twice. The service is horrible, unless they recognize you as a regular.  Even the manager makes the rounds to tables of folks she recognizes. We didn't get rolls or drink refills unless we asked. When the server cleared the plates, one of the diners in our party asked for dessert. The server didn't ask if any one else wanted dessert, just brought back 1 slice of cake.  When she brought it to the table, someone else in our party asked for a piece of cake. She turned without speaking and returned 10 minutes later with 1 more piece of cake and our check. The second time I ate here, my entree came out less than 10 minutes after I received my salad.  I moved my salad to make room for the dinner plate, and when I turned back, the waiter had reached behind me to grab my half eaten salad and disappeared.  Again, no offer of dessert, just a check.  My steak was burned on the outside, the mashed potatoes were cold, and the capri veggies were soggy. Woodies Smokehouse or Montana Mike's is a better choice.

The food here, overall, is good, however its speed leaves something to be desired. I have talked to other visitors who have had a much different experience than me, but I always seem to hit them on a night that it takes forever to get my food.

This restaurant seems to have been renamed "The Page--An American Bistro." This review is for May 30.

After a few days in small western Kansas towns, It was thrilling to find a menu that had more than burgers, shrimp, steaks, and chicken strips on the menu. It actually had pasta dishes! I even found chicken piccata.

And there were vegetables! Well, overcooked steamed corn that I'm sure had been frozen, but the closest thing I'd seen to a vegetable in several days.

My husband asked the waitress if the chicken-fried steak was fresh. She hesitated and then said she thought it was. He ordered it anyway, and he was pretty sure they used frozen steak. He should have known better.

The sauce on my chicken had far more butter(?) than lemon, but I was just happy it wasn't breaded and deep fried.