Scowliest waitresses in town. I mean that in a good way. The kind who call you "Hon" with menthol cigarette breath while pouring your coffee. Places like this used to be a dime a dozen, but it seems they only exist now in Tom Waits songs. Do yourself a favor after your next rock show: head here for some decaf and un-fucking-believable cheesecake. You won't be sorry.