My gf was craving(bitching and moaning) over hospital food. I could NOT take the crybaby session any longer and finally went to John Mulls for a sandwich and peach cobbler for her.
I had not been there before and began to huff and puff over the LINE. I traded in the "session" for the "wait". During the "wait" I observed food, sandwiches, beef brisket, pork ribs, steak, chicken OH MY. The smells were irresistible. Everyone was eating while their eyes rolled up into their heads and groans of ecstasy escaped their lips. I had to try this John Mulls meats!
The service was pleasant. A young women walked the line and took orders, by the time I got to the register my items were there waiting for me.
Honestly I was just going to bite into the sandwich to discover the sensation that everyone else was experiencing.
I couldn't put the sandwich down, one savory bite after the other with sizzling juices and sauce melting the bread to a mouth watering slow motion explosion of epicurean delight.
No wonder gf was into a full meltdown of a "session".
I stop AT John Mulls now before the trip to see my gf.
I recommend this place to all MEAT EATERS! Yum!