*Note 1: This review is for the food and restaurant only -- haven't experienced the bar*
*Note 2: This review is based on a horrifyingly memorable experience from 2005*
Winter, blustery, below 0. I wanted a bowl of piping hot soup, my friend lived in the apartment above Amy's Cafe. We entered the establishment. Quiet, dirty, napkins on the floor, old food crusted on the tables. I ordered the broccoli cheese soup, they served me luke warm Velveeta with a handful of frozen broccoli and a rock hard "baguette." Yuck. Inedible. Two stars simply because my friend finished her sandwich and I liked her pickle.