Upon arriving @ Buster's On the Lake, it became immediately clear that our party was underdressed. Most guests came attired in khakis and button downs at the very least; our part was full of out of town shorts and basketball shirts.
That said, our reservation was honored, no problem, and we were met w/ a minimal amount of disapproving glances.
Sure, they seated us in The Lounge, a darkened bar which it became apparent was the restaurant's haven for the undesirables:
There goes that 30-year-old, hunched over in her walker. Oh, look,
Honey! An interracial couple wearing somewhat urban attire. Is it
Halloween? That couple's teenage daughter didn't dress beyond her
years and OMG TOO MUCH PLASTIC SURGERY OVER THERE!!!
We were there for Thanksgiving and the $28 dollar price tag suggested a fine dining experience. What one got was a slightly above average cafeteria/bar setting (I kept the half-lukewarm Thanksgiving turkey because it's just so obnoxious to send things back) and a friendly glance from the waitstaff forced to work while half the world was off enjoying time w/ their families.
It could just be that wheelchairs don't fit so nicely into anywhere but The Lounge, but Buster's is still nothing you'd want to drive 45 minutes out of your way for.