Ohhhh dear lord. The service was good. The spinach artichoke dip was good enough. The baked potato was edible, with a lot of "vegetable oil spread" and sour cream. The garlic green beans tasted like propane. The bacon Mac and cheese tasted like the stuff from the box, only made with three cheese packets. Shall we talk about the sirloin you see advertised everywhere? MIDWESTERNERS RUN THE OTHER WAY. It looked delicious, then I tried to stick my fork in it to cut it. Yeah, didn't happen. The fork couldn't pierce the surface of the steak. And chewing it? Forget it. It also smelled rather peculiar, kind of how my snake's cage smells after she sheds and pisses everywhere. Save the baked potato, my entire meal was given to a homeless person. At least someone enjoyed it.