Vouched for this place so many times, even when people's eyebrows raised when I told them it was on Wilkinson Blvd. Today finally sealed the deal. For breakfast they served me a plate of three solid black biscuits, the most burnt food I have ever seen in one place in my life. We said to the waitress "don't even bother leaving them on the table" (so fast were they carried away that I didn't even get a picture, but it also would've been excellent to have for people who refuse to read this far, but still need solid irrefutable proof that the cook is totally uncaring and not even worthy of the title of "cook").
Oh, and the omelette I also rave about tasted like a bottle of cheese whiz was squirted throughout.
That's it, another restaurant scratched from the list. There's a reason that only seniors eat here.