At a late lunch, the kitchen ran out of hamburger buns. The server offered to have them make it on a French roll. It wasn't her fault that the burger was overcooked and the bun soggy. It saved the dish, which was otherwise mostly iceberg lettuce. He also researched the ingredients of my friend's top shelf margarita, a delicious blend of lime juice, Cuervo Gold, Grand Marnier, and a hint of orange juice.
Cocktails are a better experience here than the fairly pedestrian wine list.
Another salad I have a fondness for is the fried chicken, which is by no means a light lunch. The iceberg somehow seems more appropriate in this incarnation. The only dessert I managed to try was a decent apple tart made with crisp pizza dough, served with ice cream, and easily large enough to serve four. The espresso, which I longed for to stave off jet lag symptoms, was undrinkable. It was more like drip coffee served in a demitasse than espresso.