It wasnt our first visit, but probably will be our last. We were greeted by a young eyed space cadet in a collared shirt. I requested outside seating to enjoy a late summer evening meal. At almost 8pm on a Thursday. Table for two next to a couple of screaming kids running back and forth between their seats and Freeport Road. I looked over the sad drink list for the ten minutes it took for the waitstaff to acknowledge us. I thought they had martinis? I ordered a chopped salad with steak medium instead of shrimp. Fiance ordered a wedge salad and wings. 40 minutes later, we had to flag down the waitstaff to ask what was going on. She returned shortly with our meals explaining a large ticket was put in right before ours. (But all I saw was two tops) Undercooked steak on my wilting chopped salad and head of lettuce cut in half for his wedge. Read: a literal half head of lettuce. Wings were almost good. They were trying so hard to be good. We paid the bill and left. Fifty dollar bills underwhelmed and with upset stomachs. Bye felicia.