We were attracted by the quirky yard. I went there with a friend for a Sunday brunch. I was served stale bread and some kind of seafood stew with uncooked frozen bit. My friend's drink came in a dirty glass. We sat outside under the trees and had a great time watching the chickens running around. we didn't stick around for long since the service was awful and the wailing musician killed the atmosphere for us. An overall yuck experience, and it's no excuse that the place had just opened its doors for business that morning.
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