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| 3811 Douglas Avenue, Des Moines, IA 50310 |
Mrs. Red: "Hey there faithful followers! After nearly a year on hiatus, The Pocket Redheads are making our big return, and not a moment too soon. You see, our little family is about to literally double in size. That's right, Mr. Red and I are expecting two beautiful little girls anytime now."
Mr. Red: "In other words, we are going to do our best to get back into this, just so we have a date night away from the little booger machines."
Mrs. Red: "So we busted out some of the suggestions we had been given last year, and decided on one. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you - The Olive Branch."
What We Ordered:

Mrs. Red: Petite Steak deBurgo
Our Take:
Mr. Red: "This place was either going to put my wife back in the hospital, or be amazing."
Mr. Red: "No..."
Mrs. Red: "Why thank you. It's the truth! I felt my arteries clogging while I ate it, and not in the good way. When the main meal came the steak was very flavorful. The deBurgo sauce was nice and garlic-y which is what I have come to expect. If I'm not sweating this stuff out of my pores for the next hour or so, it's not a good deBurgo sauce. I've had better, don't get me wrong, but I didn't dislike it. What I was a little frustrated about was the fact that my steak came to me well done when I ordered it medium rare. The only saving grace was the fact that this petite steak - still a huge 7oz - was pounded out thin, so even well done it was tender. More often than not, well done steaks are like shoe leather - ew. There was broccoli all over the top, which I wasn't expecting, and although I love this wonderful green vegetable, it had been cooked to a terrible mush - like out of the freezer and boiled too long goo. The baked potato was fine, smothered in butter with some sour cream. Small, but these babies don't give my stomach much room to expand anymore - so I don't mind."
Atmosphere: 5
Mr. Red: "Our first impression of this place was definitely not the best one. It looked like one of those hole in the wall places that you wouldn't want to go to unless you were making some kind of illegal deal."
Mrs. Red: "I wouldn't go that far..."

Mr. Red: "Look at this place, it looks like if you sneezed it would fall over."

Mr. Red: "Look at this place, it looks like if you sneezed it would fall over."
Mrs. Red: "Alright, I'll give you that. Not to mention there were remnants of the many other restaurants this location has serviced in the past all over the signs and the building itself. If they were trying to make their outdoor decorations a collage to the last fifty years - they were spot on."
Mr. Red: "This place was either going to put my wife back in the hospital, or be amazing."
Mrs. Red: "So we bravely set in, determined to investigate the best and worst of what they had to offer."
Mr. Red: "Walking in you immediately get that feeling that you're at home. It was one of those places that just looked like your mama's house. We weren't seated, rather we found our own table, and I kept getting the feeling that at any moment my parents were going to come walking out of the kitchen and we were going to sit down for a holiday dinner."
Mrs. Red: "At one point, Mr. Red mentioned that you could really see the personality of the owners in the decorations. It was a mix of old fashioned finds you might see in a garage sale and some humorous framed internet memes. This was one of those places I expected to find in an old ISpy book. Remember those?"
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| Caption for photo: I need coffee! |
Mr. Red: "No..."
Mrs. Red: "A testament to a sheltered childhood my dear. Now, allow me to direct your attention back to the food, since that is, I'm sure, what everyone would like to know about where the restaurant is concerned. Was it any good? Well...I ordered the Steak deBurgo which is served with salad and garlic bread. The salad was ok - I mean, how hard is it to mess up a bowl of lettuce?"
Mr. Red: "Well, they found a way. While the greens were good, the dressing I believe, my dear, you said it tasted like it was right out of the bottle and I would tend to agree."
Mrs. Red: "Wishbone Ranch if I'm not mistaken. When I go to a restaurant, I look forward to the homemade dressing, because let's face it - people like to go out for the things they can't always get at home. If I wanted out of the bottle ranch, I'd have stayed home and eaten my salad there. Then I would have at least been able to put everything on it I wanted."
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| Looks like Mrs. Red forgot her preggo bib! |
Mr. Red: "And the vegetables would have been much fresher."
Mrs. Red: "Garlic Bread came next. It was piping hot - which is good - though I was overeager to dive into it cause it looked delicious and burned myself."
Mr. Red: "My poor little daughters. You probably burned their faces with that first bite."
Mrs. Red: "Their fault for making me ravenous at every given moment. The toast wasn't bad, but holy butter bathed bread, Batman!"
Mr. Red: "...I'm so proud of you. Perfect pun!"
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| Temporary bib acquired. NOM! |
Mrs. Red: "Why thank you. It's the truth! I felt my arteries clogging while I ate it, and not in the good way. When the main meal came the steak was very flavorful. The deBurgo sauce was nice and garlic-y which is what I have come to expect. If I'm not sweating this stuff out of my pores for the next hour or so, it's not a good deBurgo sauce. I've had better, don't get me wrong, but I didn't dislike it. What I was a little frustrated about was the fact that my steak came to me well done when I ordered it medium rare. The only saving grace was the fact that this petite steak - still a huge 7oz - was pounded out thin, so even well done it was tender. More often than not, well done steaks are like shoe leather - ew. There was broccoli all over the top, which I wasn't expecting, and although I love this wonderful green vegetable, it had been cooked to a terrible mush - like out of the freezer and boiled too long goo. The baked potato was fine, smothered in butter with some sour cream. Small, but these babies don't give my stomach much room to expand anymore - so I don't mind."
Mr. Red: "It's ok honey, I'll do all the extra eating for you. Now normally, I don't mind tons of butter. Just ask the fine people that put together my movie theater popcorn. But in this case, it was too much oil for my body to take. My toast was literally dripping. Now, onto my entree. It looked beautiful. I was very excited, and as I'd done a little bit of research I found that this dish was made with Graziano's Sausage. For those of you not familiar with the Graziano Brothers, they are a famous local meat shop known for their Italian selection. You can find out more about them here. So as soon as I saw my meal come out, my mouth was watering. Much to my dismay, as soon as I put my fork into it, the sauce was way too watery, the noodles were overdone, and the sausage did not taste Graziano. It tasted like a sausage pizza from Godfathers - which by the way is TERRIBLE. As for flavor, it was just bland, the only way I can describe it. It had the potential to go all the way but it just fell short - much like prom night."
Mrs. Red: "I didn't think you even went to prom..."
Mr. Red: "Way to crush my joke, honey."
Mrs. Red: "I stole a bite of his food to try it for myself and I would definitely compare the sauce to something out of a jar or worse, a can. Considering this was supposed to be Italian Fine Dining, I was expecting more. Very disappointing."
Our Waiter/Waitress:
Mr. Red: "I liked her. She was a bit more casual and a little on the unprofressional side - but she seemed to be on it for the most part. There were a few parts that I felt things could have been a little quicker, but I think that was more of the kitchen's fault than her's."
Mrs. Red: "She was also brand new. And it's not like we walked in expecting an uptight atmosphere. Not bad."
Observations:
Mrs. Red: "I think the AC must have been broken, because it was just as hot inside as it was outside. I'm a walking furnace as it is and going in to sit down to a hot meal wasn't nearly as appetizing with the temperature at almost 90 degrees. I wound up drinking my first beverage in all of five minutes - and they don't have free refills. *Sigh*"
Mr. Red: "Not only is it not free refills, but it's literally a can of pop. Feels a little too cheap for me, and each can was $1.50. I can get a 1 liter for he same price. I can get a 2 liter for a dollar at the grocery store!"
Mrs. Red: "Their meal prices were very reasonable though, so I guess they needed to make up for it somewhere. I learned this place doesn't serve alcohol, but there were other reviewers online that mentioned if you brought a bottle of wine they would serve it to you. But since I can't drink, this didn't really mean anything to me."
Mr. Red: "It did for me, because I really enjoy having a nice Long Island Iced Tea with my dinners now that I have a designated driver on call."
Mrs. Red: "Eat it up while you can! Not much longer until we're arguing over who's driving!"
Mrs. Red: "Obviously the decor was something worth mentioning. See the bunny back there on the window sill? There were TONS of them all across the restaurant. When was Easter? March?"
Mr. Red: "Like we said before, you really get a feel of the personality of the owners. If I could guess, I would say a very outgoing older lady decorated this place. There were fluorescent light fixtures with no bulbs in them which were really an eyesore."
Mrs. Red: "The ones that did have lights in them had some technicolor film over them. There were retro clocks hanging on the walls - "
Mr. Red: "-which were awesome!"
Mrs. Red: "Just generally thrown together with all kinds of neat little knick knacks that I enjoyed sorting through while we were sitting down. Otherwise, things were clean. which is always important."
Mr. Red: "Aren't you forgetting all the flies and gnats buzzing around?"
Mrs. Red: "Yeah, that made me kind of nervous, honestly. Like, where are they coming from? The owners and staff were in and out, and tis the season for insects - but...Well, I'm just not going to linger on it too long."
Overall:
Mr. Red: "I would say the decor was very random, cluttered, and made me a little claustrophobic."
Mrs. Red: "Yeah, too much for such a small place. The food was poor to mediocre, and the waitress didn't wow us. I doubt very much that we will go back."
Review:
On a scale of 1-10
Food: 3
Service: 7
Cleanliness: 6Atmosphere: 5
Until next time! Happy Eating!
-Pocket Redheads
















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