As far as pretentious Crocker park restaurants go, this one was bad. I understand it's in an upscale area, but that's no excuse for chargeing obscene amounts of money for pig slop. I ordered the tavern dip sandwich and my girlfriend ordered the margarita pizza. Lets start with mine. I ordered it without horseradish sauce...but it still came with the sauce. The prime rib that comes on the sandwich was basically still screaming moo, as in not cooked at all, and was soaked in some kind of sauce that was not disclosed in the menu but was aweful. My waiter (who was excellent) took it back and had them make it again. But when I came out for the second time it was more of the same. I had to stop myself from vomiting. My girlfriends pizza looked like someone squeezed ketchup on some matza bread and baked tomatoes and feta cheese on top. I didn't taste it...her reaction was all the testing I needed. The only reason I gave 2 stars instead of one was because our waiter DJ was very good. He was on point with everything.