The building has a nice rooftop deck, but it's all downhill from there. The seafood was fried in old, spent oil. Coconut shrimp sounded great, but were apparently a frozen product served with sickly-sweet dipping sauce. Their crab cakes tasted like an old lady's shoe, not kidding - the worst I've ever tried - and seafood is supposed to be their specialty. Vegetables were unseasoned and nearly raw. Unbelievably bad. I don't see how a restaurant can open on East Boulevard and expect to make it these days and be so slack, unless the owner is some rich redneck who doesn't care about quality. Hey, at least they have $20 drinks to waste your money on while you listen to tired old 80's rock and roll. Sad. What a weird subculture.