We stopped for lunch on a Saturday afternoon. The parking lot looked fairly busy. As we entered we were greeted by what looked like a prostitute. We discoverd later she was also cooking for us. My dads chicken fried steak was burnt on one side and raw on the other, how does that happen to a frozen entree. His mashed potatoes were a baked potatoe crudely scraped out from the night before and the gravt was very old. I had to spit for 2 days to get the taste of the worst burger possible out of my mouth. By far the worst dining experiece I was dumb enough to pay for. Please don't make the same mistake we did, KEEP DRIVING.
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