What can I say about a place that serves up 2nd-rate coffee, 3rd-rate service (the girls HATE having their conversations interrupted, though--like, when you request service), and 4th-rate everything that's infused with sugar, Sugar, SUGAR, or grease, Grease, GREASE. And to top all that off? They charge a lot of money for the misery. I should know; I gave them three attempts at offering quality. Pathetic, . . . period.
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