The ambience here should please ex pats: walls are decorated with registration plates, football and baseball mementos, and American rock n roll plays nonstop. The food is good, even if a few dishes were a liitle overcooked and dry. We particularly enjoyed the fried zucchini (courgette to Europeans). The country fried chicken, a Tradition from my native South with a hint of German schnitzel not far away, brought my roots to the surface. It is hard for the ambience itself to keep from dominating the table talk; hunting out memorabilia from a particular state and swapping American tales is inevitable.