The ratio of walkers to wheelchairs here is rather high. That's not say that I'm against either. Just that, I felt as if I was visiting my grandparents in their assisted-living home's restaurant.
The lasagna tasted like the best Chef Boy-Ar-Dee's I've ever had.
The cheese enchiladas were great until you tried the second one and realized that it's almost all sauce and the enchilada themselves have no true shape. Rather, it's just a coagulated gelatinous glob of cheese and something that tries to be a sauce of some sort.
The shrimp are small and have all of their little shrimp feet intact. If you enjoy using your napkin to often wipe the taste of the sad misery of the ocean floor off your fingers, this place is for you.
The top portion of the bread pudding tastes like bread pudding. About a half inch down, though, it turns to jelly. Jelly fused with a raisin or two. Be sure to add lots of the vanilla sauce to mask the true flavor of this delicacy.
All of this for nearly $40.
Next time, I'll just skip a meal and weep quietly in darkness - that actually sounds like it might leave a better taste in my mouth.