My mom is a serious pain in the ass. Esspecialy on dinner occasions. She's older, she rides around in a scooter, and she expects people to psychically determine what she wants. When she walked (*scootered) into this place she just made shit up and said they always served meatballs on tuesdays. Just meatballs. Always. The special was actually meatballs with spaghetti. Which did not please her, because weirdly there was not supposed to be spaghetti with the meatballs. That makes no sense. But the server handled it like a champ, long story short just took it back and put the meatballs on a separate dish. Then asked mom if she wanted her to dish her some of the spaghetti on the separate plate. Suddenly mom was interested in the spaghetti. But the server was going to give her too much at first, so she protested. Then, finally, all was well. I sat in a state of horrified shock.........I thought our server was excellent and had remarkable patience. She was kind throughout the whole ordeal . So big points for politeness of staff. Food was okay. Our neighboring table loved the place and knew the menu by heart. Weird conversations were had. Arizona is freaky.