You'll never wait, even if the parking lot is packed, for two distinct reasons:
1) The dining room is massive. And with the startling lack of load-bearing structures, I'm a little unnerved as to how the roof hasn't caved in.
2) Everyone who eats here is over the age of 1,038, and for some peculiar reason, the elderly hate to carpool. Ain't nothing but a G(eriatric) thang.
I guess that's where the excitement about the Sunflower ends. It's a Greek diner menu that initially impresses with interesting crepes and rock bottom prices. After one bite, you'll realize why - every dish tastes like it was pulled from a can or heated according to the Sysco packaging. No soul, no seasoning, no thanks.
And those cheap meals start to add up with a side of sausage here or a soda there (three bucks for a flat Diet Coke? You're nuts, pal), and the next thing you know, that $5 plate become a $25 breakfast for two.
Service was great, the highlight of the morning. Everything else severely disappointed.