

BJ’s Restaurant & Brewhouse has been serving Temple for over a decade, and we’ve become known as one of the best places to eat in town. Our location in Bird Creek Crossing, close to Belton Lake, means that we’re convenient to get to from several locations, but convenience is only the beginning. We’re one of the only restaurants around that can accommodate parties of up to 100 people and doesn’t charge for the space. Of course, we’re great for smaller gatherings, too. Check out our Happy Hour specials or take advantage of our long hours to grab a late-night snack. We look forward to showing you why BJ’s Restaurant & Brewhouse is one of the best places to eat in Temple.
Family-friendly chain outpost pairs familiar pub fare with an extensive list of house brews.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 3550 S General Bruce Dr Bldg G, Temple, TX 76504
Phone: (254) 778-3300
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Order and Reservations
Reservations: bjsrestaurants.comopentable.com
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Reviews
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The ranch tastes spoiled. Always. And the chili was like pinto bean explosion. Sliders also gross…. bummber…
Many of us also ordered pizookies. After we ordered, she came back suddenly and informed us that she wouldn’t be giving half of us our pizookies, because we “needed to split them.” I am not sure where she got this rule from. I’m pretty sure she threw away half of our pizookies.
This waiter also got angry with us at the beginning of our order, and she left all of our drinks at the end of our table, making us pass them down to eachother. She skipped over me when she was taking everyone’s order. I raised my hand and let her know that I still needed to order, and she scoffed and made sure to lap around the entire table before getting to me.
Speaking of pizza, my friend didn’t get her pizza, and when she asked about it, the waiter acted all pissed and told her to “be patient and wait” for her order.
Horrible service. I was very disappointed, considering I have been here multiple times on school trips before, and it was great! I think the hostesses need to be retrained or fired. Many of us left hungry and angry.
To call this paragon a “waiter” is base slander! ‘Tis like calling a tempest in a teacup, a hurricane a mild breeze! This man was not a server; he was a one-man Cirque du Soleil, a virtuoso of the laminated menu, a Paladin of the Pepperoni Pizza! He presented our humble victuals not as mere food, but as divine offerings from on high. Our very own margaritas arrived as if they were holy grails, announced with a booming baritone that surely rattled the decorative light fixtures!
But lo! The apex of the evening! The jewel in the crown of comedy! For the sake of our squawking brood, Sir Korey didst summon forth an accent so spectacularly, so audaciously British, it was as if Winston Churchill and Mary Poppins had collaborated on a West End show. He was no mere man… he became “The Guv’nah of BJ’s”!
The children were thunderstruck. When our smallest urchin, possessed by the spirit of Oliver Twist, whimpered, “Please, Guv’nah… may I ‘ave some more soda?”, Sir Korey did not just fetch it. Oh no. He paused. He placed a hand to his heart, his face a mask of profound tragedy, as if contemplating the plight of all soda-less children throughout history. He looked to the heavens, then pivoted with a flourish that nearly generated its own weather system, procuring the sacred soda as if it were Excalibur itself!
AND HE DID THIS… WHILST UNDER FIRE!
Yea, I speak truth! From the dark fortress of the high-chair, our youngest hellion unleashed a sudden, unholy barrage of moistened-napkin-artillery! Spitballs! They whizzed past his noble ear with murderous intent! Did Sir Korey flinch? Did he flee? NAY! He Matrix-dodged the lot! He weaved! He ducked! He parried! All whilst balancing a tray of craft beers and maintaining an accent that would make the King himself proud. It was not service; it was a glorious, death-defying, combat-ballet!
Sir Korey! Guv’nah! We, who are about to explode from caloric intake, SALUTE THEE! Thou art a legend. A myth. The undisputed, spitball-dodging, accent-wielding Heavyweight Champion of Hospitality! May your tips overflow like a poorly poured stout! HUZZAH!
The prime Rib had a funny taste to it tonight and was sent back, ordered the Pork Chops instead. The Pork Chops were very delicious.
Overall the meal was very good and the server was very good to us.