Kitchen 7 - Frisco, TX

Kitchen 7: a restaurant review. Since grand openings can last several months in this food saturated climate, I’m not exactly sure when Kitchen 7 actually opened but there is still a large inflatable balloon out front. I’ve not heard much about the place but since reviewing restaurants gives me a valid excuse to eat carbs (the only other option would be cardio… no thanks) I decided to give it a go.

The outside windows are festooned with meal deals. $2 tacos. $2 beer. Then random menu items. Kabobs. Drinks. Food. So walking into it, I was pretty sure I wasn’t getting tacos since $2 in this market is pretty steep. Any beer that costs $2 is only one step better than Yak pee and I will not be partaking. The inside is very bright and looks like they are newly opened and still working on décor. Dinner plates are nailed to the wall but that’s the only sort of 3D decoration. The rest of the wall “art” are signs on 8x11 paper taped around telling you that they can refuse you service for any reason if they choose…unless you’re gay then you’re golden. The kitchen is unseen and you order at a counter.
A sign advertising the lunch special caught my eye. “Lunch Special: any platter with soup or soda.”
Soup OR soda?!!! I’m going to have to toss a coin on that one. The menu on the wall is not much more clear. Before I can delve into it, a friendly server greets me at the counter and asks if it’s my first time. I say yes and she says, in broken English, “We have tacos.” I try my best to look pleasantly surprised. “Oh, how unique.” I hope she doesn’t get sarcasm because she will definitely spit in my food. The menu was a conglomeration of different ethnicities and even some things I’d never heard of. Of course, Tacos but they were made with cottage cheese, tofu, chicken, beef, and were named after various yoga positions. Another section read: Rolex. The next section read: Bazooka. Then salads, kabobs, and sides.
I told my very attentive server that I was interested in either a Rolex or a Bazooka and she said Rolex was better. It didn’t come with a side so I chose curly fries to go with my Spicy Rolex with steak. They seemed classier than straight fries and options were limited to those plus onion rings and beans. I paid at one of those iPad stations where it flashes the “tip” amounts at top. The lady kept waving her finger over the tip section. “You may select one.” She informed me. SOAP BOX: I hate the tip. Please just charge extra for food and pay your staff more. Stop nickel and diming me. SOAP BOX DONE.
My curly fries came out first. They were crunchy on the outside, mostly void of potato filling beyond the crunch and the ketchup was in little packets by the drink machine. Now I’m confused. Am I in a fast food place or not? About 5 minutes later, my Rolex came out. It resembled a wrap except that it was in a pita/naan sort of material, with steak, rice, peppers, and an egg. Accompanying it was two different spice levels of a curry dip. The Rolex was very heavy, soggy, and the contents squished out on my hands. The steak was not chopped well and I pulled the entire strand out on the first bit and had to shove the entire thing in my mouth. It was at this moment, the friendly server walked up and asked how I liked my food. With my mouth full of food, I began reciting one of the German arias I learned in college and she shook her head and said, “Thank you.” The rice is mushy and the peppers over cooked. My salt intake for the month has been met and exceeded. I tried both layers of spicy, curry dip. One is a masala and the other is a korma. For those of you not familiar with Indian food, these dips are like spaghetti sauce with curry and the korma has yogurt in it. Not sure where the spice was but I’ve experience more heat making out with a girl who just finished a cinnamon tic-tac. There was a side salad that was not listed on the menu. I hope it was a freeby since I was a first time visitor. Lettuce, a tomato, a cucumber slice, a black olive, feta cheese, I think a carrot slice, and a lemon wedge for dressing. The lemon still had seeds in it. I ate it knowing that I would want as much roughage after this meal as possible. The friendly server walked by again and asked if it was delicious. “I’ve never tasted anything like it” I replied. And I was telling the truth.
I left kitchen 7 feeling bloated and sick. I wasn’t sure if I’d just been to a carnival for fries, a tex mex place for steak tacos, or an Indian place for.. well, I smelled like curry so I must have been to an Indian place. 
I give Kitchen 7 a 4 out of 10. 
The only reason I’m giving them a 4 is because the server was friendly and they had napkin dispensers on the table. I hate walking to get my napkin and hoarding my stack of napkins like a squirrel because I don’t know how many I’ll use. Had it not been for the napkins, I may have ordered the beer and ended it all.