Awful! When my husband and I walked in our shoes stuck to the floor...we should have left then. It looked sketchy so we ordered something simple...waffles and eggs. The eggs came immediately, but where were our waffles? The kitchen is open so you can see everything happening. A few minutes later I saw the cook, who was coughing and sneezing, open the two waffle irons. When he opened the irons, they both stuck and he said "shit"! He sprayed the two other irons, but ran out of batter. Soon he had more batter and tried again. The waitress (using that turn lightly) asked how we were doing. I said my eggs are cold and I still don't have a waffle. My husband ate his eggs alone. The waitress went into the kitchen and tells him she still needs two waffles...someone else must have gotten ours while we were talking to her. So, finally I got a waffle to go with my cold eggs! Yay! Then my poor husband says " where is my waffle? She goes over and sprays the waffle iron herself...this is so painful to write...I'm going to stop now. Ps They didn't care how crappy the food or service was.