I went into Player's Chophouse with an empty stomach and an open heart, and tried to find even one redeeming quality about it, but by the time we rushed out of there (and stumbled into the first pub we could find, immediately ordered a plate of wings and downed a couple of Jager shots), only one word came to mind: Appalling. If I could, that one word would be my entire review but as I found out just now, this site requires a minimum of 300 words. And you can't cut and paste "appalling" 300 times.
The food was Earl's quality with The Keg prices. If each entree or appy were about $3 cheaper I could see it working. They clearly invested more in the gargantuan chandelier and flash-heavy web site than they did on menu planning.
Our server, while cute in a lonesome streetwalker kind of way, wasn't exactly warm and friendly. I mean she was pleasant, like someone who's making small talk at a bus top, but not entirely excited that we were even there. And at that point they should have been pulling out the red carpet. I mean, we were pretty much the only table. The place was a ghost town. Save for the eight or so waitstaff with their backs turned to the tables so they could catch the game on the big screen. And this wasn't at 4pm, we're talking more like 7.
We started with the crab cakes. Don't get the crab cakes. I think they were about $12, for two little ones. I remember once paying $12 for three tiny meatballs at another place downtown and it was totally worth it. The crab cakes were not.
I'm not saying this place doesn't have promise. Great decor, great location, nice big windows, huge freakin' chandelier... but really, Player's Chophouse Owner (yeah, I'm talking to you): change the menu or change the prices. As it stands, they are like oil and water.