I love this place. Walking into it is like walking into Grandma's house. There's antique knik-knacks everywhere and it's all strangely decorated that just tells you something about happiness... or some cheezy nonsense like that.
After the Lumberjacks fiasco, we're seated instantly, towards the back through this maze of an area filled, no joke.. FILLED with people. All smiles from the workers and the customers. Our drinks are immediately ordered and the bathroom is easily found by the signs that tell you where you need to go.
Our order was taken by a lovely waitress and drinks are refilled by a guy walking around with pitchers of water and pot of coffee.
Our food arrives and mine looks delicious. Blueberry stuffed pancakes and a side of spuds for me and what was supposed to be a Pastrami Burger for boyfriend... but the waitress mis-heard him and got him a Country Scrambler. Quickly corrected, she races back to tells us that his order is being made on rush and should be out in a few minutes. Once it's out, his burger is piping hot. She tells us that she'll be charging us for the Country Scrambler instead of the burger since it was her mis-hap. It's a few dollars cheaper, so we are a happy couple.
Food was absolutely delicious and I'm definitely revisiting.