I had the misfortune of parting with cash at this place. I stopped by because it was on Guy Feirri's show Diners, Dives and Drive Ins.
It looked likely find of place. A nice rustic converted gas station. But then I got the menu and the descriptions horrified me. It was all froo, froo California fare. The more the girl described the specials the more my palate and brain cringed. The combinations sounded terrible. So I pulled the trigger and said "Hey why not try the Venison Quesadillas. They can't mess that up, right?" Well they did. It cost me $16 and it was the most bland quesadilla I've ever had. I asked the waitress what the smear on the plate was and she said"It's pepper jelly! Try it!"
Unfortunately I did. Gross. Clash of the palate!
She swung by and asked if I was finished and then grabbed the plate from me without listening to my protest as I was trying to wash the taste of that abomination from my mouth with the lettuce.
When I cashed out the other brainless employee asked about my meal and I told her that it was buzzard and some things should never be put together. She was clueless. So I told her that the food tasted like California. To which she responded, "Great!" "Nope, that was not a compliment. It means that you wrung all of the flavor and life out of the food and had the audacity to not only serve it but charge me double." Evidently the staff does not know how to respond properly to guests feedback.
It's a real shame that I had to drop by a Wendy's to get as frosty to cleanse my palate of the glue taste from the appetizer. My $5 chicken combo tasted better that the venison. For shame!
You have been warned about this place. Don't say I didn't warn you.
ddc