Restaurant Review, Route 66 Classic Grill in Canyon Country, California

Restaurant Review, Route 66 Classic Grill in Canyon Country, California

It’s a restaurant where you can push the shopping.  There’s food of different kinds including Missouri and Oklahoma plates for a road trip on Canyon Country located through entertainment and browsers within streets of grey against a busy schedule for plenty.  Around the building you’ll find memorabilia for Coca-Cola which acts as Route 66’s soda, replenishment, and debtor concerning beverages and interior decor related to the red-and-white brand.  Grilled chicken sandwiches here compare to McDonald’s Bacon Smokehouse even if pickles and coleslaw freshen up my day on a high note, so choices will meet demand.  Route 66 isn’t cold turkey unless you want it.  Varying factors of experience depend on contrast between decision and receipt over food that’s proven in hunger along your lines since to me burgers, appetizers, and other items rain on my parade for good show.  Food presentation at Route 66 is continuous and uplifting under the roof where Snoopy dolls watch me from little red planes, “Coca-Cola” glows in hot neon, and golden oldies blast from hidden radios.  Even tables are laid out in fashion for generations prior to the 80’s despite similarities among hanging signs, as particulars get a handle on music where meat is grilled to perfection, appetizers improve taste for later meals, and soda gives us more courage to handle our thirst.  Service around here is exquisite no matter how the past and the future combine into experience through dining.  Present moments, over and over, interpret the rest we’ve sobered up to.  A lot happens to be efficient in good terms for which Route 66 determines quality not only by choice of action, yet there’s enough quantity on the line, a menu as big as it can get for some time, when fries pop out of a dish towards other seats all around the dining circle I’ve probably volunteered on with my family on special occasions in our history together.  Often you’ll find me with a cowboy hat where the sun shines onto the water fountain located to the side of Route 66’s building between more slots in the parking lot, or maybe I should say “parking lots” because of the wide expanse you’ll find at the classic grill’s quarters, some of which act as pathways to a Vietnamese restaurant across the street and another one of those Greek-looking cafes at a sharp turn heading to McDonald’s over the asphalt.  Be careful when you cross the streets though.  The grill is excellent for a bite, provides continuous and reliable service through hire and immediate sanity, or else does both in my mind while the going gets tough and I leave it to faith when crossing the real Route 66 heading up towards Chicago from the Pacific as I can see enough into my praise for their delicious, quick product.