This place has such a forgettable menu and mediocre quality that I even hesitate to review it; but I have to mention that they do the finest version of My Downfall -- a black-and-white malt -- that I've ever found since leaving the dairy heartland of the Middle West of my childhood. Made with our local Marianne's vanilla ice cream and just the right amount of chocolate malted milk powder, and served in an icy metal malt beaker with a glass and whipped cream on the side (the only way), it is a taste of my youth. Though I gave it very low ratings for everything except the good service, I wish there had been a place to check "Quality of Chocolate Malt" -- I'd have definitely given that a 5!
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