If you feel like being theatrically poor and depressed, this is a good place to loiter on a Friday night. The tiling is brown, and you can sit by the window for the view of yourself superimposed over a parking lot.
I disapproved of the beans - canned molasses variety - at the outrageous price of $3, but the ceasar was pleasantly watery and unremarkable.
Closing sentiment: I Am Charlie Brown.