One sip of the grown up root beer float told me it was fuh nasty! Not a hint of sweet anywhere. Just what tasted like mineral oil and vanilla ice cream. Bleh! But perhaps just a bad order for me.
Having already established myself as a true PITA by having to run to my car 10 seconds after being seated (and by run to I mean go move before the mean guy from the lot across the street where I - okay, illegally - parked, got me towed.)
Then they replaced my root beer float with some kind of amazing 6,000 calorie chocolate drink which, of course, has lotsa alkeehol.
Then my burger came and I could hardly eat it because I was so maxed out on calories. But it was all great.
Love the modern decor and the hippish crowd.