Charlie Brown's Steakhouse

★★★☆☆
Restaurant chain serves USDA Choice beef and fresh seafood dishes in a family-friendly atmosphere.
  • 335 Paterson Plank Road

    Carlstadt, NJ 07072

    Map & Directions
  • 201-842-9999

About Charlie Brown's Steakhouse

Hours
Monday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM Tuesday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM Wednesday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM Thursday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM Friday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM Saturday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM Sunday 09:00 AM - 10:00 PM

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We checked in to Holiday Inn Express (very good hotel) and saw Charlie Brown's steakhouse near by. Walked in and welcome by a nice lady. The setting was interesting and in fact my wife like it! But when we got our NY strip.. the meat was spoiled and powdery! ...

Never going there again...

Rate -5

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We checked in to Holiday Inn Express (very good hotel) and saw Charlie Brown's steakhouse near by. Walked in and welcome by a nice lady. The setting was interesting and in fact my wife like it! But when we got our NY strip.. the meat was spoiled and powdery! ...

Never going there again...

Rate -5

Pros: close to HIE and only restaurant nearby, mid-price

Cons: bad food! spoiled meat!

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This is the complaint we sent to corporate:
My wife and I have just gotten home from an appalling experience at the Carldstadt, NJ location, and we felt compelled to inform your corporation about it. First of all, allow us to compliment the salad bar, which was the only appetizing course of our meals. Second, our waitress, Chrissy 117, was unknowledgeable of the menu and its contents. When our order was delivered, we were charged extra for a side that was requested as a substitute item and not as an extra item. When confronted about the minor mistake, the waitress's attitude took a turn for the worse and we could feel the animosity from her. The steak dinners that we ordered, were very dry and non-flavorful. We are multiple returning patrons of the Charlie Browns chain and this was the first time we have ever been unsatisfied with our meals. Last and foremost, the manager, Rob Fosalino, who did not introduce himself (we had to ask the bartender afterwards) finally came to talk to us after requesting a manager multiple times. We were waiting fifteen minutes with the dry steak still on the table, and our waitress was nowhere to be seen. He came to the table with a bad attitude and a nonprofessional demeanor. He removed one of the meals from the check and when we attempted to discuss our complaints he said "there is no reason to be rude, I was just coming over to hand you the check, and to treat people how you want to be treated." He had an argumentative comment towards everything my wife had to say. Then he walked off with out even apologizing for our bad experience or saying good bye. We have been in the food and beverage industry for many years and we have NEVER submitted a complaint until now. The check info: 117 CHRISSY 62/1 4242 GST 1 APR 01 ??09 5:47PM.

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★☆☆☆☆

This is the complaint we sent to corporate:
My wife and I have just gotten home from an appalling experience at the Carldstadt, NJ location, and we felt compelled to inform your corporation about it. First of all, allow us to compliment the salad bar, which was the only appetizing course of our meals. Second, our waitress, Chrissy 117, was unknowledgeable of the menu and its contents. When our order was delivered, we were charged extra for a side that was requested as a substitute item and not as an extra item. When confronted about the minor mistake, the waitress's attitude took a turn for the worse and we could feel the animosity from her. The steak dinners that we ordered, were very dry and non-flavorful. We are multiple returning patrons of the Charlie Browns chain and this was the first time we have ever been unsatisfied with our meals. Last and foremost, the manager, Rob Fosalino, who did not introduce himself (we had to ask the bartender afterwards) finally came to talk to us after requesting a manager multiple times. We were waiting fifteen minutes with the dry steak still on the table, and our waitress was nowhere to be seen. He came to the table with a bad attitude and a nonprofessional demeanor. He removed one of the meals from the check and when we attempted to discuss our complaints he said "there is no reason to be rude, I was just coming over to hand you the check, and to treat people how you want to be treated." He had an argumentative comment towards everything my wife had to say. Then he walked off with out even apologizing for our bad experience or saying good bye. We have been in the food and beverage industry for many years and we have NEVER submitted a complaint until now. The check info: 117 CHRISSY 62/1 4242 GST 1 APR 01 ??09 5:47PM.

Pros: Great salad bar

Cons: Managment and service

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I was recently invited to attend a "Boys Night Out" (i.e. "Homosexual Man Date under the guise of Heterosexuality, Brah") with a group of 4 other guys, and since we're all fairly secure in our masculinity (I am fairly secure that I have no masculinity, by the way) we chose the manliest meatiest place we could think of - Harris Steakhouse. Harris Steakhouse's decor and ambiance harken back to the day when San Francisco was a rugged hotbed of wild sex and virile young men and businesses devoted to please them (and uh uh, I ain't talking 'bout the gay disco 70s, gurlfren, mmm hmm... Hold on while I go meet my friend Tina *snap* *snap* *snap*). More of a "classic" feel, if you will. And almost stuffy. So I was not surprised when they asked me to remove my trucker hat before entering the dining room. Yes, I wore it ironically. Harris Steakhouse is not the kind of place where you wear a trucker hat, irony notwithstanding. Also, they have like meat lockers as windows, so I was ok parting ways with my hat because when meat calls, I ANSWER.

I ordered the traditional onion soup, which is not like the french onion soup in that bread and a layer of cheese is not baked on over the top. Since I generally enjoy onion soup as a vessel for hella cheese, I asked if I could get cheese with it on the side. Like hella cheese. Like a tureen of cheese. I believe those were my exact words. Our waiter was not very amused. The onion soup came out, and it was goooooooooooood. I almost considered eating it without cheese, but then I regained sanity because cheese is wonderful and delicious and defines my purpose in life.

Next came the peppersteak which was covered in a succulent gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach. Amazing. All of it. Especially the creamed spinach. I have dreams about the creamed spinach. In my dreams, creamed spinach is acquired through trees, just like maple syrup, and during "the season", trees ooze creamed spinach through their trunks. I'd stick my head inside the tree and GO TO TOWN. I then wake up and my head is covered in drool inside my pillowcase. This also happens when I dream about going down on a girl, but whatever.
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Direct Buy
I was recently invited to attend a "Boys Night Out" (i.e. "Homosexual Man Date under the guise of Heterosexuality, Brah") with a group of 4 other guys, and since we're all fairly secure in our masculinity (I am fairly secure that I have no masculinity, by the way) we chose the manliest meatiest place we could think of - Harris Steakhouse. Harris Steakhouse's decor and ambiance harken back to the day when San Francisco was a rugged hotbed of wild sex and virile young men and businesses devoted to please them (and uh uh, I ain't talking 'bout the gay disco 70s, gurlfren, mmm hmm... Hold on while I go meet my friend Tina *snap* *snap* *snap*). More of a "classic" feel, if you will. And almost stuffy. So I was not surprised when they asked me to remove my trucker hat before entering the dining room. Yes, I wore it ironically. Harris Steakhouse is not the kind of place where you wear a trucker hat, irony notwithstanding. Also, they have like meat lockers as windows, so I was ok parting ways with my hat because when meat calls, I ANSWER.

I ordered the traditional onion soup, which is not like the french onion soup in that bread and a layer of cheese is not baked on over the top. Since I generally enjoy onion soup as a vessel for hella cheese, I asked if I could get cheese with it on the side. Like hella cheese. Like a tureen of cheese. I believe those were my exact words. Our waiter was not very amused. The onion soup came out, and it was goooooooooooood. I almost considered eating it without cheese, but then I regained sanity because cheese is wonderful and delicious and defines my purpose in life.

Next came the peppersteak which was covered in a succulent gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach. Amazing. All of it. Especially the creamed spinach. I have dreams about the creamed spinach. In my dreams, creamed spinach is acquired through trees, just like maple syrup, and during "the season", trees ooze creamed spinach through their trunks. I'd stick my head inside the tree and GO TO TOWN. I then wake up and my head is covered in drool inside my pillowcase. This also happens when I dream about going down on a girl, but whatever.
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I was recently invited to attend a Boys Night Out (i.e. Homosexual Man Date under the guise of Heterosexuality, Brah) with a group of 4 other guys, and since we're all fairly secure in our masculinity (I am fairly secure that I have no masculinity, by the way) we chose the manliest meatiest place we could think of - Harris Steakhouse. Harris Steakhouse's decor and ambiance harken back to the day when San Francisco was a rugged hotbed of wild sex and virile young men and businesses devoted to please them (and uh uh, I ain't talking 'bout the gay disco 70s, gurlfren, mmm hmm... Hold on while I go meet my friend Tina *snap* *snap* *snap*). More of a classic feel, if you will. And almost stuffy. So I was not surprised when they asked me to remove my trucker hat before entering the dining room. Yes, I wore it ironically. Harris Steakhouse is not the kind of place where you wear a trucker hat, irony notwithstanding. Also, they have like meat lockers as windows, so I was ok parting ways with my hat because when meat calls, I ANSWER.

I ordered the traditional onion soup, which is not like the french onion soup in that bread and a layer of cheese is not baked on over the top. Since I generally enjoy onion soup as a vessel for hella cheese, I asked if I could get cheese with it on the side. Like hella cheese. Like a tureen of cheese. I believe those were my exact words. Our waiter was not very amused. The onion soup came out, and it was goooooooooooood. I almost considered eating it without cheese, but then I regained sanity because cheese is wonderful and delicious and defines my purpose in life.

Next came the peppersteak which was covered in a succulent gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach. Amazing. All of it. Especially the creamed spinach. I have dreams about the creamed spinach. In my dreams, creamed spinac

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I was recently invited to attend a Boys Night Out (i.e. Homosexual Man Date under the guise of Heterosexuality, Brah) with a group of 4 other guys, and since we're all fairly secure in our masculinity (I am fairly secure that I have no masculinity, by the way) we chose the manliest meatiest place we could think of - Harris Steakhouse. Harris Steakhouse's decor and ambiance harken back to the day when San Francisco was a rugged hotbed of wild sex and virile young men and businesses devoted to please them (and uh uh, I ain't talking 'bout the gay disco 70s, gurlfren, mmm hmm... Hold on while I go meet my friend Tina *snap* *snap* *snap*). More of a classic feel, if you will. And almost stuffy. So I was not surprised when they asked me to remove my trucker hat before entering the dining room. Yes, I wore it ironically. Harris Steakhouse is not the kind of place where you wear a trucker hat, irony notwithstanding. Also, they have like meat lockers as windows, so I was ok parting ways with my hat because when meat calls, I ANSWER.

I ordered the traditional onion soup, which is not like the french onion soup in that bread and a layer of cheese is not baked on over the top. Since I generally enjoy onion soup as a vessel for hella cheese, I asked if I could get cheese with it on the side. Like hella cheese. Like a tureen of cheese. I believe those were my exact words. Our waiter was not very amused. The onion soup came out, and it was goooooooooooood. I almost considered eating it without cheese, but then I regained sanity because cheese is wonderful and delicious and defines my purpose in life.

Next came the peppersteak which was covered in a succulent gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach. Amazing. All of it. Especially the creamed spinach. I have dreams about the creamed spinach. In my dreams, creamed spinac

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A standard, but good, salad bar and similar wine list. This place shines when your steak or prime rib arrives - excellent selection, cooked to perfection, and sized too large to eat at one sitting making it perfect for saving the remainder for lunch tomorrow.

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★★★★☆

A standard, but good, salad bar and similar wine list. This place shines when your steak or prime rib arrives - excellent selection, cooked to perfection, and sized too large to eat at one sitting making it perfect for saving the remainder for lunch tomorrow.

Pros: terrific steaks

 

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