Coopers AleHouse, Pulteney St, Adelaide 29/8 - PASS

The Alehouse is ostensibly a classier, more classic sports bar in that you don't go there to pick up women (If you have, good for you). I was there for a bucks night dinner on Saturday night, and my preparation could not have been worse.
I had had Schnitzels the two days previous, and then topped that off by filling up at a bbq earlier in that day. So my stomach wasn't on top of it's game, and anyone who has eaten a schnitty at the Alehouse will tell you, you better have your game-gut on.
The schnitty came out, and what I noticed straight away, as you always do here, is the size. However, if look past that and you notice the texture. It's a little drier than your top-notch schnitzels, and a little thinner.
Lift it up and you'll find some soggy chips. Nevermind, you won't be needing those.
The taste is fine and the parmigiana sauce and cheese is too, so eating it is not as bad as I would have you believe.
Again, I must stress, I did not bring my A-game to the table, and thus you cannot take this review as gospel (maybe take it as a proverb).
But I must give a rating and the rating is a PASS. The FAIL goes to me, for failing to finish.
If you're looking for a challenge and you want the taste to be half decent, this is your place. Although, make sure you have some biccie's in your backburner, because these babies set you back $18 a pop.
As for me, I'll be back, I just have to wait for this one to digest.

The Highway Inn, Anzac Highway 22/8/09 - PASS

It doesn't take much to impress the King. I must make full disclosure here, I was dying for food when I got to the Highway at 3:30 in the afternoon.
When I took a cursory glance at the menu, something stood out. 'Herb encrusted' I think it was. I was intriuged.
My schnitty came out fast, but considering we were the only ones eating, I was not surprised. At first glance, I was a little disappointed. The size was fine, and the package was as advertised, but for the second schnit in a row, it was a little burnt!
Do I have to say it? Don't burn the schnit!
But then I tasted it. The herb hit me like a freight train. Combined with a delicious sauce it was almost overpowering. Actually, it did get overpowering, which was helped along by an overabundance of chicken salt on the chips! Never mind.
The schnitzel tasted great, even allowing for my hunger, until I got to the burnt bit.
The last third was a bit of a struggle, from the herb overdose to the dry texture of burnt portion. It was a bit of sad finish to a proud schnitty. This one gets over the line by the barest of margins, due to the originality and impact of the 'Herbs', and, you guessed it, some crunch time chips!
Will have to try this one again on a readier stomach.

The Griffin's Head, Adelaide 20/8/09 PASS (barely)

The 'Griff' was an old haunt of mine circa 2003-04, and I haven't been back much since. However, I was tempted back when my partner said she was having after class schnitty's there with her dance students. I was in.
It was indeed 'Schnitzel night', which at $10 suited both us and the younger guys to the ground. So what did we get for our $10?
It was the standard package. White plate, small white bowl on the side filled with salad, chips and schnitty on top.
The schnitty was fine. It tasted fine, but it wasn't great and here's why. The first thing you notice is that some of the edges are burnt, and whilst this doesn't always affect the texture (although it often does), it certainly doesn't look great.
The chicken texture was good, cooked well and slightly chewy, but the chicken was premium grade stuff. Upon closer inspection, it looked a little processed.
The batter as I said was a little burnt, but on the whole it was okay, as was the cheese and ham.
The chips were a bit soggy, which was a little disappointing. Chips can almost salvage a bad schnitty, it pays to take care.
Overall, just below average. Again, I must stress, that when value for money is taken into account, you could do worse than come here on a Thursday. They've got work to do, but at that price they mightn't have to do it.