My Favorite Steak Restaurant Is Closing All 261 Of Its Locations

In a desperate bid to stay afloat, Logan’s Roadhouse fired every employee and is set to close 261 locations. While many restaurants have switched to take-out and delivery, Logan’s decided it was better just to clear off their payroll and put people out of work rather than try to stay afloat during the worst economic collapse in American history. Logan’s Roadhouse is owned by the same parent company that owns Old Chicago, which is why it was decided by that large company, it would furlough all of its employees and their healthcare benefits just as people needed them most.

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