The hubster and I stopped in early on a recent weekend afternoon for sandwiches and suds. I ordered the blackened tilapia; he ordered the buffalo chicken. Both sammies benefitted greatly from the removal of the wilty, off-tasting lettuce and mealy tomatoes. After that, I had a "meh, not bad" impression of my sandwich, even though the tilapia was really too salty for my taste (and I am a FAN of salt). But the hubby's sandwich? BADNESS. Buffalo chicken is his absolute favorite sandwich, and he orders it whenever he sees one on a menu. So he KNOWS what he's getting into. The buffalo chicken was grilled, hubster was disappointed to find (even though it DID actually say that on the menu and I was secretly happy because it's HEALTHIER that way). But worse, it was completely overpowered by copious amounts of EXTREMELY strong bleu cheese (again, we both LIKE bleu cheese, so...just WOW). He was not a happy camper. The fries were okay, but nothing to write home about.
At least the beer was cold.