The food was good, the service was okay... you could tell the server judged me based off of my color. I hate when I walk into a place and people judge me before they even know who I am. It's truly hurtful. I am there to take my grandmother out to eat and I feel as though I am cut off or a burden to the establishment because people do not know how to talk to me. I don't like the cracked egg off of Charleston... the one off of Cheyenne is amazing and such a beautiful place. The energy is great and people love to do their job. Now at this one, everyone did their job but you could see they were not happy. It was like working in Mother's Day was a drag. By the end of the meal the server lightened up a bit. It was not enough to have my opinion changed. I think if I was to go to the cracked egg the one on Cheyenne is where I would go. The one on Charleston's does not know manners and how to excuses themselves when walking in front of someone. Did it blatantly and more than one time. Rushing and almost knocking my grandmothers purse on the floor. You can run an establishment without rushing. Customer service is everything.