First, the good. We went for pre-football bottomless mimosas. These were supplied, with varying regularity by a server that was high as a kite.
That was the good. We endured perhaps the worst cover of "The Dance" (Garth Brooks) by a woman who'd have been mercy tackled at any karaoke bar. When it became apparent she planned to sing for several hours, we moved outside to the patio so we could not hear her off-tone screeching.
The food was okay. The artichoke dip was so spicy it gave one of our crew the hiccups. Be warned...
When the bill came, the owner, Bob, could not figure out how to split it... no big deal. What was odd is that he hovered over us while we figured out the split and tip.
So much odd about this place. I had a negative experience once before, and swore I would not return. I'll remember THIS experience in the future.