Did you ever try to pick a place for lunch with a friend(s) and settle on going back to place that you haven't been to in years, but don't remember why? Learn to respect your past decisions.
Stopped in at lunchtime on a Friday. We should have perceived our selection error when we were walking in and stopped to hold the door for two departing elderly gents who (I hope) were in their 80's. They looked at our suits and ties and halted, stating "Where'd you guys come from, a funeral?" Little did we know were headed to one, the death of our lunch.
The place was not packed but half full. Small booths (could fit four toddlers or two adults), with seating for about 24 total. The two matrons on the shift for wait staff were decent and efficient enough. They were joking and jostling with the obviously familiar (to them) regular patrons. Perhaps they were all related, it is a "family" restaurant after all.
My friend ordered the Fish sandwich and received a bun that was 8 inches sliced off the end of a loaf of average quality Italian white bread that was hiding a 5 inch rhomboid of deep fried preformed "fish" served with a leaf of iceberg lettuce and french fries. No Coke, Pepsi. He had a brief period of grief, then acceptance.
I selected an omelet (3 eggs) with my choice of meat, (ham or bacon), bacon for me, no onion, and cheese, with sides of wheat toast, and home fries ($ 1.49 extra), and coffee. The coffee was bitter, tasting as if it had begun to burn from being on a heating element for hours.
The omelet was a novel variation on the classic breakfast menu option, being that is was: eggs scrambled and cooked into a disk, garnished with some bacon crumbs and was then folded over to resemble an envelope, as if to mail the bacon crumbs. This then had a slice of American cheese melted on top of the egg envelope and topped with slice of bacon. The toast was damp, and the home fries had the texture of being more boiled than fried, and cover with a orange dust of seasons that stunning imparted no flavor. I was in mourning.
The experience reminded us why we haven't been back.