The air in my mouth has more taste than this food. And I started breathing in Cleveland under steel mills. How this woman gets away with prices equal to the mortgage payments on the claptraps surrounding the place I'll never know. Trust fund? Daddy taught her the best practices of Wall Street subprime securities pumped by ratings agencies on the take? Who knows. Proof that Food Network buzz could keep your uncle's leftover Spam sandwich in the black. The look on my mother's face when the "locally grown" corned beef hit her tastebuds was like she stepped into cat piss. Locavore hype meets styrofoam - $20 please! Biggest fraud in Tremont, which is high praise indeed.