Went as a family for lunch on a Saturday and aside from the elderly bar patrons watching college football the place was empty. That should have been our first hint.
We were sat in a booth in the back and a young (16-18 yr) waitress took our order, in 3 parts (drinks, appetizer, meal) across a span of 15 minutes. She tended to get lost on the way to the kitchen 40 feet away. We asked for milk for my wife's tea 3 times before she brought it.
I had lobster bisque (cold), but good and steak tips (cold), but tasty. My daughter had swordfish (over cooked and rubbery). My wife had a French Dip roast beef sandwich (rancid mayonnaise which literally stank and the roast beef was full of fat and gristle).
We told the waitress about the mayonnaise and told her to tell the chefs before they sickened someone. Her response was to bring out a fresh roll and say sorry. No manager, no chef to apologize, no compensation, nothing but the check.
The bar seems like a nice place to watch a game with a group of geriatric gentleman if you like that sort of crowd, but be sure to eat somewhere else before you go or the experience might just kill you.