Dude. Bad coffee? The hell you say. The coffee is GOOD, and they serve it with heavy cream! No wimpy half-n-half here.
This was actually the very first restaurant I went to in Champaign. I was nine. My family and I had just unloaded the moving truck and we went here for dinner (note: has not been open for dinner in many years, which is unfortunate). I had Hawaiian pancakes with Tropical Syrup. It seemed the height of exoticism. Breakfast at dinner! Tropical! Wow. I began to resent our move just a little bit less.