On the plus side the ambiance is very cozy, in a cottage with rotating artwork, and the service is extremely friendly. There is a dirt parking lot that contributes to the warm, homely feel of the place.
Unfortunately, the food doesn't make its marks. I ordered a porterhouse steak - the trouble started when I wasn't even asked how I wanted it done (it appears to have come medium-well). The steak wasn't lean (very tough in places) and while the sauce it was served with was interesting in the first bites, it wasn't well-balanced and failed to impress the further one got into the meal.
The side of asparagus was al-right, albeit lacked a satisfying crunch, though the potatoes were too starchy to be served alone without a savoury compliment (sauce would have accomplished this if it weren't as sweet as it was).
Yet the crime was in the crème brulee; the custard was cakey. If I had tipped the dish it would not have flowed. That is not how this dessert, one of my personal favourites, is meant to be.