They have high aspirations but fall shy. Two of us had lunch. She had the "What the cluck?", I had the "Meyer Lansky" (Wagyu pastrami, etc.) and we had the "Thrice cooked fries" for a side. Once you stop with the teenage giggling over the clever (not) name of the chicken sandwich, it was the best thing served. The pastrami sandwich might have been good if there had been enough pastrami on it to even have a taste. Two paper thin slices of meat, a wad of Cole slaw to kill the flavor and enough rye bread to be sure to bury whatever flavor was left. As for thrice cooked fries, they should have stopped at twice. Overcooked, hard, dry. Plus a really weird seasoning.