The cobb salad was NOT a cobb salad, but chicken on lettuce. The waitress was rude. At the other side of the restaurant three ladies were screeching about their frequent trips to strip clubs (which was discussed in great detail), and bars. When they FINALLY left, and my mother and I could eat in peace, the waitress shoved us out the door so she could get her cleaning done early. So much for a pleasurable meal. Also, whipped cream on burnt coffee does NOT qualify as a cappaccino.

I would recommend to everyone I know. It has the best homelike feeling right down to the awesome artwork!!