Don't get it twisted - a strip mall resty can be the bomb.com. The wait was excessively long, but not surprising due to the lack of seating. The Oktoberfest beer? Hell to the yeah. I can't help but mention that the hostess is a miserable, poorly dressed troll. You should feel blessed to not be seating me at Golden Corral. Black full bottom underwear with a white pleated skirt. EL OH EL. Marg? Yum. Get eight. Great server - attractive, knowledgable, and personable. I love a drink and this place knows their stuff. (My reviews are super lackluster without my peppered swearing, but you'll deal.) Bison burger!!! Duh! Not exactly heart healthy but you can stick your toothbrush down your throat if you feel so inclined. Ginormous cookie? Creaming myself. Oh, and if you don't ask for Marie to serve you then don't exist. Eating at her boyfriend's place next, Meat and Potatz. Seriously worth waiting. Patronize this ish or tie your neck to the rafters - just don't leave your wife with ten million in debt.