

At Texas Roadhouse in Decatur, AL we like to brag about our Hand-Cut Steaks, Fall-Off-The-Bone Ribs, Made-From-Scratch Sides, and Fresh-Baked Bread. Everything we do goes into making our hearty meals stand out. We handcraft almost everything we serve. We provide larger portions so you get more food for your dollar. And if you want an Ice Cold Beer or Legendary Margarita to wash it all down‚ well, we have those, too. Our food’s not the only thing that’s Legendary at the Roadhouse‚ our fun is too! From our line dancers to our jukebox to our friendly servers, you’ll enjoy every second you spend in a Texas Roadhouse. The Texas Roadhouse story is simple. Legendary Food, Legendary Service‚ all with lots of Legendary Fun!
Lively chain steakhouse serving American fare with a Southwestern spin amid Texas-themed decor.
Hours
| Tuesday | 3–10 PM |
| Wednesday | 3–10 PM |
| Thursday | 3–10 PM |
| Friday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Saturday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Sunday | 11 AM–10 PM |
| Monday | 3–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1006 Beltline Rd SE, Decatur, AL 35601
Phone: (256) 301-0007
Website: https://www.texasroadhouse.com/locations/alabama/decatur?utm_source=listing&utm_medium=search
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Reviews
Better thief. We laid a cash tip of $15 on the table. She put her hand on it. I handed her 2 gift cards and a debit card.
She retrieves a device off the table and scans all three cards. Asks me to hit the ok button. Little did I know that this added 20% tip to the total. When confronted she gave the nearly $18 tip back in cash. That’s theft. I told the manager. I’m done.
I ordered my usual, because when something works, you don’t mess with it: the double pork chop. I’ve seen these things butchered in kitchens across the world, rendered into dry, pathetic excuses for a meal. But here? No. These were thick, juicy, and perfectly cooked. My knife slid through them with no resistance, a beautiful thing to see. It’s a testament to a kitchen that understands the most important rule: don’t screw up the protein. The buttered corn was a good, honest side, and the veggies did their job without a fuss.
Across the table, my wife went for the 8-ounce sirloin and shrimp. I stole a couple of the shrimp, of course. They were good—plump and firm. Her steak, a simple sirloin, arrived cooked to perfection, a proper medium-rare that a lot of so-called “steakhouses” can’t manage. It was proof that the consistency wasn’t just limited to my plate. The fully loaded baked potato was exactly what it should be, and the simple house salad with ranch was a fresh, crisp start to her meal.
And let’s not forget the drink. She had this Island Cooler with a Patrón kicker. It’s pure, unapologetic vacation-in-a-glass. A sweet, tropical antidote to the straightforward, carnivorous truth of the main course.
Look, this isn’t a pilgrimage. This isn’t about some secret, culinary tradition or a chef doing things with foam. It’s about a place that makes a series of simple promises—a warm welcome, a hot roll, a perfectly cooked piece of meat—and actually keeps them. In a world full of pretense and disappointment, that’s more than enough.