This place appealed to me because it was not fast food and offered a relaxed environment. The service was pretty good, but the food was really sad.
I got the Cuban sandwich. It arrived luke warm and very greasy. The bread was also really heavy and a bit stale. The "kicked up" fries were cold and pretty bland.
On an even more subjective note, the music got worse as the meal wore on and I didn't hear a single Van Halen track. The final blow was the outrageous bill. I had no idea you could charge over $13 for the most flavorless weak Margarita in Vegas. Totally on me for not checking which is how I pretty much felt about the whole meal. Sadly, in the midst of a 15 hour travel day, I was too weary to care. It was still food after all and nobody punched me in the face, so there's always a silver lining.