motor oil and lug nut central. i feel like i'd been warped back to a 50's drag race here. this motor vehicle mecca is disguised as a restaurant.
old, souped up cars filled the parking lot. their owners prowdly displaying them. a hot rocking band was playing that made me wish i was wearing a poodle skirt and tight sweater.
the service was terrible. we waited an hour for a table, where several were clearly available. upon finally getting one, our waitress gave us 10 minutes to order drinks! another 5 to get them to us, and another 5 to correct them! after the screw ups, we were forced to tip in the end, as it was already included in the bill.
the steak was delicious. nothing extrodinary. the wing sauces scared me, as it went all the way up to atomic. have no fear, there are plenty of other greasy choices to decide from.
i like this place, but the management of service could use some help.