I honestly cannot tell you how bad I hate this place. Not because I don't want to, just because I don't know how to articulate it properly.
Well, let's give it a shot anyway...
I might be a little more lenient if the people that worked here weren't completely and utterly condescending (which I hate SO FREAKING BAD), and if they knew the value of good service. Oh, and maybe this makes me a discriminator of sorts, but I really don't care for hippies. This is 2010. Cut your damn hair.
I swear every time I have been here (four times now, at least) I tell myself that I am NEVER coming back, even if a pack of wild wolves is chasing me down Roosevelt in the middle of a simmering hot summer day where my jelly shoes have melted into the asphalt... but somehow I always get dragged back and want to give them the benefit of the doubt. How does this keep happening.
The food isn't good either, and they stop serving anything cooked (even a grilled cheese - simplest creation known to man) pretty early.
Now that I'm on the proverbial wagon, and on this splendid gluten-free vegan diet, it will take more than that pack of wolves to get me back here... at very least it will take an act of god. Or a group of ninjas. They can be pretty convincing with those crazy throwing stars.