If the stale retirement home setting and stuck-in-the-80's styled menu don't encourage you to leave before ordering, waiting for the amateur service will.
Oh, you're still here? Ok, go ahead and order any of their so-called omelettes. Be sure to also ask for lots of napkins because you'll be crying when you finally see the nonsense that comes out of the kitchen.
The way I see it, cooking omlettes is very simple: you take good ingredients, mix them together, cook it all without burning. Somehow they manage to ignore all of these suggestions. Yes, even the "mixing" part. They apparently manufacture a plain omelette on one side of the kitchen, and then lightly sprinkle on whatever ingredients right before serving it.
When paying my bill at the front I was asked, "How was everything?".
I replied in a polite tone, "O.K."
Cashier boy responds in bewilderment, "Just 'O.K.'?!?"
I finally leave him with, "I'm being nice when I say 'O.K.'"
I'm sticking to Taylor's, Matt's and 5th Avenue Cafe for my weekend breakfast.