This is a fast food joint, if a fairly nice one. Classical music plays, decor is homey, artificial plant in the restroom, the place is clean and well-lit, but you still place your order from the big menu behind the register at the front counter. Two small flatscreen TVs hang in the dining area. I had the onion rings on the side, they were okay, rather crispy. Brad let me try one of his cheese balls: bland. And bland was really the word for the sandwich too: bland bread, bland meat, bland cheese. The meat didn't even have texture. If the sandwich had any real taste, it was rather sweetish, from the dressing. Oh, and flip the sandwich quickly: the bland bread sogs up fast. The ham and cheese sandwich they served Chris by mistake was better.