Basically, all chain restaurants were created equal, they just chose different themes. Logan's, a Nashville-based chain that started in Kentucky in 1991, is going to offer you the chain restaurant experience -- a phalanx of friendly waiters ready to assault you with shouting if it's your birthday, hyper-attentive floor managers who ask how everything is every ten minutes, kitsch from a crate hung haphazardly on the walls, and eye-scorching menus with more come-hither photography than a Victoria's Secret catalog -- but the food, thank heavens, is excellent.
The gimmick here is a metal pail of peanuts you're invited to shell and toss on the floor, but you'll be tossed a basket of sweet-buttered bread as well to get you thirsty enough to order that beer, making Logan's one of the great American places to eat for free, if you're skilled enough at stalling. The steaks are well-prepared, and come out tender and succulent, once you find them underneath the garnishes and sides piled on top. I also tried the roast beef sandwich, a pile of meat on three slices of Texas toast (in case you care to assemble a triple-decker?) smothered in slightly-salty gravy. The meat, once again, was divine, and the mashed potatoes betrayed no hint of "from a box" flavor.
Logan's is what it is, and you can be assured of a fun, friendly atmosphere with well-trained and attentive service, which is more than most restaurants can say. That said, when you enter a cookie-cutter establishment, inevitably the charms will all be on the surface, and Logan's is no different.