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| - It's nothing special. I'm new to the Madison area, and my local friends talked this place up and down. I went into the experience with a ho-hum attitude, which may be affective of my ho-hum review, but it's really nothing more than a truck stop, cheap food joint.
We went later at night (there from about 10PM-midnight), which was probably the best part about the experience - that its open forever. It feels like a gas station, as it should, because that's where it's at. Our waitress definitely reflected that she was 3rd-shifting it, because she was basically a 65-year-old zombie. Okay, part of the experience, I suppose.
The baked goods looked DELICIOUS. I was starving at this point, and them being the first thing you see when you walk in was probably what influenced me to get the cinnamon roll french toast. Also, though, I consider myself somewhat of a french toast aficionado. (Whatever that means.) Let me just say: this is NOT for the weak of heart - literally. Pretty sure I locked myself in to a diagnosis of diabetes within the next 6 months. There were three of their housemade cinnamon rolls - a perfect amount, you think, as you dive in with your fork. You immediately realize that you'll need a knife for these bad boys, though, as the sugary everythingness of it is essentially encased in a caramelized shell of even more sugar. I LOVE that there is icing inside - not many cinnamon-roll-french-toast-serving establishments can claim this about the dish. However, after two-thirds of the dish, I was ready to throw up, and had to force the rest down my throat (not because I payed a lot for it, just because I wanted to tell Yelp that I almost threw up eating these). It's just SO much sugar.
I did have some of my friend's omelet, which was amazing, and I had a side of sausage with my plate of death, so I know this place serves stomachable food. Just stay away from the stuff that legitimately sounds like it could kill you. Because it can.
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