

At Texas Roadhouse in Woodbridge, VA 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.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 14389 Potomac Mills Rd, Woodbridge, VA 22192
Phone: (571) 554-8050
Website: https://www.texasroadhouse.com/locations/virginia/potomac-mills?utm_source=listing&utm_medium=search
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Reviews
The service was top-notch. Our server was attentive and kept the drinks flowing. As for the food, the steak was perfectly cooked, and the Cactus Blossom was crispy start to the meal. And of course, we couldn’t get enough of those legendary rolls and cinnamon butter. Definitely a 5-star experience!
The replacement dish arrived and once again it was incorrect. At this point the issue was no longer a missed plate but a pattern of inattention. My girlfriend tasted the steak and immediately knew it was not acceptable. The cut was poor. The texture uncooperative. The flavor hollow. We asked instead for the original bone in ribeye, hoping at least to land on the dish that had been ordered in the first place.
Approximately thirty minutes later, Jen returned, only for us to discover that what had been served was of strikingly low quality. This was not a matter of preference or seasoning. This was meat that should not have cleared quality control. The marbling was an afterthought. The chew was labor. It raised a sincere question about standards. She informed us that if we did not like the meal, we would not have to pay for it. Then, mid shift change, she disappeared entirely, never to return, leaving her words hanging like a promise written in disappearing ink.
Enter Walter, the evening manager, who walked into the aftermath like someone inheriting a fire already burning. To his credit, he was polite, composed, and genuinely trying to understand a situation he did not create. Yet what added a surreal layer to the evening was the presence of the executive chef, Sambou, seated two booths away, not in the kitchen, not overseeing execution, but socializing with staff in the dining room. It became clear that this establishment prioritizes camaraderie over craftsmanship, conversation over command.
When the check arrived, logic finally left the building. We were charged for a 31.99 for a bone in ribeye that had been removed from the table and never boxed to go. We were dissatisfied with the meal. We had been told we would not have to pay for it. Yet payment was still demanded. We were offered discounts on cheaper cuts instead, as if consolation prizes could replace accountability. We declined. We did not want more food. We wanted resolution.
At this point the tone shifted. The executive chef addressed us with the phrase, “I’m not gon hold you, bruh”, a level of informality that felt wildly unprofessional given the circumstances. His agitation escalated the situation rather than calming it. Then, astonishingly, the police were called. Officers arrived, surveyed the room, walked to the back of house, and we were left waiting another twenty minutes while dignity and time continued to drain.
When the chef returned, the verdict was final. Nothing would be removed from the check. No reconciliation. No accountability. No acknowledgment of the chaos that had unfolded. What remained was the unmistakable feeling of being profiled, dismissed, and cornered into compliance. It was not just poor service. It was a failure of leadership layered with bias.
I do not recommend this establishment unless your expectations are modest, your patience abundant, and your standards negotiable. The food is average at best, the operations disjointed, and the culture more invested in appearances than excellence. Affordable prices mean little when the cost is your time, your respect, and your peace of mind. This experience was detestable, and we are owed a refund not just of money, but of trust that should never have been taken in the first place.
The picture with baked potato has ketchup on it. That was done by me before remembering to take the picture. Lol. If you have not tried baked potato with ketchup, may I recommend it?