My coffee tasted of lipstick. I didn't care for the waitress's response. She said "Oh" and brought me a fresh cup.
Compare this to an incident at Harry's in La Jolla years ago. There was a foreign object in my omelet. The waitress apologized profusely, brought me a complete new breakfast, and my meal was on the house.
I think it would have been a nice touch for our waitress to at least apologize. She may have surmised that my own lips had lipstick residue from kissing Lucinda. Not so. The "Coffee Cup" was soiled. Our visit was a weekday morning. No crowd. Our food came practically in an instant.
I'm not a fan of blaring music. Awful Jimmy Buffett tunes blasted forth. An adjoining annex had a TV blaring, so we sat in the main area.
I don't get the raves about the décor. It's just a jumble of water skis, old license plates, and photos of miscellaneous vacationers at the lake. It's not an attractive mess like Blackie's by the Sea.
I awarded this eatery an extra star because the food was pretty good, but not nearly as good as the Bagel Café.