My girl friends and I came here a couple times and our first visit was so pleasant, we decided to hit this spot again. Our second visit however wasn't as pleasant as our first. A group of us six girls got seated right away and everyone seemed pretty happy with their food. I ended up ordering a pesto chicken sandwich that came with a side of fries and a pickle. The only complaint I had with my dish was the bread fell apart as soon as I bit into the sandwich. Probably from the oil or whatever they used to make the chicken. The second visit, a group of us (four) decided to grab some late night grub. I ordered the chicken quesadilla, which was grease heaven. It was a mediocre quesadilla. My friend got a banana split and you would naturally assume that would take the least amount of time making out of quesadilla and a flatbread pizza. We had to flag down a different waiter to check the ETA of the split. Our waiter came a few seconds later to tell us it would be out soon. The banana split was pretty big...definitely enough for two to split. Halfway as my friend was eating her split, another friend had asked if there were bacon bits in her ice cream. That would probably explain why her split tool so damn long. We're thinking that they had completely forgotten about the split and were in such a hurry that they accidentally grabbed the wrong shaker. We first thought maybe we just missed the minor detail that bacon was on the split, you know since there's such a big bacon craze. We were laughing by the end of our meal...I wish I had taken a pic...maybe next time!