This place is in a strip mall next to a grocery store. The Chinese place next door had a couple of very friendly people trying to lure us into their place. Once inside, the atmosphere was nice, almost out of place. Our waitress was top notch. I am so sorry that I don't remember her name, but it was a two syllable name with a hyphen. I think it started with a "C". Really, top notch. Not pesky, but attentive and friendly. The epitome of service with a smile. We were seated in front of "the pass" with me facing it. It seemed to collect too many of the male wait staff "hanging out". Our waitress excluded. What appeared to be the owners made a short appearance but quickly went into the back. The pass seemed to work fairly well with one white male, seemingly in charge, and a black male in a supporting role and possibly training another associate. Another young white male, ruined my otherwise excellent experience here. He was the youngest of the three and had long sideburns. He was constantly eating. Literally stuffing his cheeks like a squirrel when others were absent from the pass. We were there about an hour, and he never stopped. Reaching into whatever was behind the counter at the pass. I couldn't see exactly what he was taking, but most of it was to my right, as I was facing the pass. Handfuls of food with bare hands and cramming it quickly into his mouth. He seemed concerned with getting caught by the staff but had no regard for the patrons. Simply gross watching someone cramming their fingers into their mouth then back into what may be your food. I was amazed at the quantity of food that he ate in just our short stay. Other than that, it was very good. My only other complaint was that my portion of wahoo was very small in comparison to my wife's grouper. Both specials, at market price, which I thought was high for the experience. Clam chowder was unremarkable, and the tuna was not seared, but still tasty. I think I would return simply because of the service, to give the place another chance, but if I saw the guy stuffing his face again, I would walk, to never return.