We took Katy's parents and grandparents to Peppermill for dinner Thursday night. We were looking for something relatively inoffensive, and we found it.
Among the dishes were broiled orange roughy (mine), fried shrimp (Katy), and coconut shrimp (mom). I was amazed at just how bland the food was -- there seems to be an aversion to actual flavor there. The only thing that actually impressed me was that ordering blue cheese dressing on my salad got me a generous sprinkle of actual crumbled blue cheese on top, with the dressing served on the side. Nice touch, but I was afraid of what might be sprinkled on top if I'd ordered ranch.
I had heard that this was a hangout for an older crowd, and this was the case -- there were not many people in the restaurant younger than 65, and those under that age were generally in the company of older companions.
I really doubt you'd have a bad meal at Peppermill, but you're not going to have a great one either. Inoffensive and servicable are the adjectives that come to mind.