The outside looks like a Dairy Queen. The inside is Grandpa's house circa 1972. Despite perhaps 6 filled tables in the entire restaurant, we had a leisurely wait to get greeted and receive our beverages.
We mentioned we'd never been there before to our server, hoping for some guidance. She dragged over the 3-item menu sign and disappeared.
The accoutrements: stingy portions of the cheapest ingredients. Iceberg salad? Hot dog bun garlic bread? What the hell was that dressing?! Buttermilk and BBQ sauce?! I'm sure the 2 pieces of watermelon rind are a huge crowd-pleaser. The main dishes were tender but nearly flavorless.
The best part was when we asked for our leftovers to go. The waitress stuck her hand in a bag she pulled from her apron and grabbed the meat and potatoes like she was picking up dog poop. Classy to the end.
Pros: Parking
Cons: Everything else
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