My husband and I stopped in here on a Sunday. Maybe it was our server's first day. When I ordered the portabella on foccaccia sandwich, she said, What? I don't even know what that is. So I pointed to it on the menu. I didn't understand the 2 tubs of caramel sauce for the sweet potato fries - whoever's bright idea that was, it wasn't. Ew. Sandwich was okay, bread was great, fries were good.
Then my husband decides to order. He wants nachos. She says, Wait, like what kind? She suggests something similar to nachos on the menu. He said, Sure, but on second thought I want 8-layer dip. He orders one thing, the waitress is confused again, he orders another thing on the menu thinking it will be understood, she says a different order back to him and then brings him the correct order - 8-layer mediocre dip.
We were there to just enjoy each other's company, so we didn't get upset. It really didn't feel worth it. But I won't be going back.