Walking into this place is like the atmosphere of a Chuck E. Cheese on acid, with a truckload of attitude.
While we were visiting, Melt came up as a lunch option. Our host wasn't sure if there was a liquor license yet, so I called ahead to check. The very salty hostess told me "Uh, the word bar is in the name" Why yes you're right, so sorry for bugging you, you snot. But while she was so busy being the aforementioned snot, she neglected to tell me of the 1 hour 45 minute wait. So after driving to the lovely (sarcasm) strip mall that this place is located we find a room filled with screaming kids and bored looking adults. Thanks for the great customer service. I'll be sure to mention my experience to anyone that will listen.
I'm starting to think that appearing on the Food Network is like being on the cover of Sports Illustrated, or the Madden Football game. It's a curse.