Slow. Bad food. It's like this family owned restaurant wasn't interested in owning a restaurant. The patriarch, clad in his oversized suit and tie, milled around chatting with customers, assumedly to charm them. But when there's people waiting, maybe help out a little. And the son and daughter obviously had somewhere better to be and couldn't be bothered to bring over (bad) coffee or cutlery. Crummy decor, terrible music, and underwhelming food, go somewhere else on the strip to eat brunch.