On a recent return, I made the fateful decision to order my meal from the bar. I don't want to identify the bartender, but his general vibe could be charitably described as overwhelmed. Forty long minutes later, my UNDERwhelming steak and greasy cold hash browns could have starred in a low budget horror movie. This place is still capable of delivering an occasional home run, but with Food Fight now at the helm, you'd better be ready for an expensive game of restaurant russian roulette. You've been warned.