Longhorn Steakhouse Atlanta Airport
Tucked near Gate C13 in Concourse C of Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport (6000 N. Terminal Pkwy), LongHorn Steakhouse is a carnivore’s retreat amid the terminal’s ceaseless hum. Open daily from 11:00 AM to 10:00 PM, this outpost—launched in February 2014 through a partnership between HMSHost and Darden Restaurants—brings a taste of Atlanta’s steakhouse legacy to travelers. With its rustic wooden beams and a faint whiff of char-grilled beef cutting through the airport air, it’s a spot that swaps the concourse chaos for a moment of hearty comfort.
A Menu That Sizzles
LongHorn doesn’t mess around—these are steaks grilled with grit and served with pride. The Outlaw Ribeye ($25-$28) is a beast—18 ounces of bone-in, never-frozen beef, seared to a juicy medium-rare if you play it right, with a bold seasoning that’s pure LongHorn DNA. The Flo’s Filet ($20-$23), a leaner 6- or 9-ounce cut, melts like butter, paired with mashed potatoes or crispy fries ($4-$6). Not a steak fan? The Parmesan Crusted Chicken ($15-$18) delivers a cheesy, golden crunch, while the French Onion Soup ($6-$8) warms you up with caramelized depth. Wash it down with a Stella Artois on draft or a bourbon ($8-$11), and you’re out $25-$35 for a meal that beats airplane trays hands down. It’s hearty, not fancy—exactly what you’d expect from a steakhouse born in Atlanta’s Buckhead in 1981.
Step inside, and it’s a tight, 50-seat setup—think bar stools, cozy booths, and a grill humming in plain sight. The vibe nods to the American West with earthy tones and a touch of saloon swagger, though the airport bustle keeps it grounded. Service is a roll of the dice: stellar when it’s calm (servers like Ray and Q get raves), sluggish when Concourse C peaks—plan for 45 minutes if it’s packed. It’s a hit with steak-craving flyers, but tables turn slow, and the noise can climb (TVs blare sports for better or worse). Power outlets are a perk if you snag a bar spot—charge up while you chow down.
LongHorn Steakhouse isn’t just a meal—it’s a taste of Atlanta’s grit, grilled fresh and served fast enough for a layover (if you time it right). Since its ATL debut, it’s been a go-to for those dodging the terminal’s burger barrage, offering a sit-down vibe that’s rare at 30,000 feet of transit altitude. It’s not cheap—airport premiums sting—and waits can test your patience, but that ribeye or a loaded potato soup hits different when you’re gate-bound. In a sea of concourse sameness, LongHorn stands tall as a meaty refuge. Next time you’re weaving through ATL, skip the kiosk and let this steakhouse hook you up.