Cheddar's Scratch Kitchen

My wife and I came here bc it was down the street from our hotel, at the intersection with 40 Hwy. The location is great right of 40 Hwy and I-470. We were seated quickly. My wife has Celiac so we are very selective of where we go out to eat. Cheddars just hit a home run for us. We both order the Baby Back Ribs and they came out perfectly. The meat came of the bones and I was seasoned superbly. We also ordered the Tropical Painkiller drinks. Wow that's a big and delicious drink. You can tell by the photo that it's no small drink compared to my wife's hands. I spoke about being a Celiac conscious family. But, I get to eat gluten when we go out. That brings me to their Honey Butter Croissants, they are so flaky and delicious. We'll definitely be coming back when we go in town. In the meantime we'll go to the ones closer to us in Atlanta.

Isaiah was our server for the evening and oh my goodness he was absolutely incredible! He was very knowledgeable on the menu and asked about our Gluten Free order letting us know he'd ensure the kitchen staff changed gloves before prepping the order. I got (not GF) Spasagna which was very good, but reminded me more of a baked with cheese spaghetti rather than layered noodles and cheese. My dining partner got GF Key West chicken and shrimp which was very good and had a nice amount of spice and flavor to it. We will definitely be back next time we're in town

Came to Cheddar’s in Independence after a long drive. I have a gluten allergy (not celiac—just enough to make dining out mildly risky). Asked for a gluten-free menu. Got laughed at, then handed one like it was a secret menu at a speakeasy. Spotted a Chicken Caesar Pasta Salad… with a note to “order without pasta.” So… salad. Revolutionary stuff. Ordered a side salad, reminded them—no croutons. Got croutons. At this point, it felt personal. Manager stopped by, offered to comp my salad (a whole $0.99—big spender), and kept saying “heard” after everything I said like he was in a tech startup stand-up meeting. Waitress sent me off with aggressive cheerfulness for my “understanding.” I wasn’t mad, just mildly confused and vaguely glutened. Would I go back? Only if I develop a sudden craving for irony.