You know that feeling you get when you're willing to settle for mediocrity in all aspects just to get something in your stomach? That feeling that even though you know it's not going to be good, but you're curious and feeling benevolent and wanting to be adventurous? But it doesn't work out and what you get instead is just a bunch of crappy faux Italian food (which isn't necessarily bad, it's just bad food in this case that happens to be faux Italian) that's microwaved within 5 minutes?
Yeah, then you know that feeling is really just Za's on a given day.
I internally groan every time someone mentions this place as a good place to get food. It's good for three things only:
1. The cheesecake factory desserts (read: not their own)
2. The seating space is wide and makes for a good spot for conversation
3. Overwhelmingly crappy food
I'm being harsh, but I've had enough meals here to know that it doesn't really get much better than microwaved pasta, half-assed pizza, or the practically green-mush-watery salads. Ugh.