We went there for Sunday night dinner. My husband had just rolled in from a Utah snowboard trip, with a busted shoulder, no less. I had a belly dance performance that afternoon, and, like a bad girl, I didn't cook.\nWe were lucky to tag a booth, which helped Snowboard Boy sit more comfortably. I noticed that the backs of the booth seats were covered in burlap and the chairs had license plates attached to their backs. Cute and creative. What we didn't care for was the music. They were playing the bee-boppiest 90's alternative rock (and to label it \"rock\" is a stretch.)\nHowever, the servers were perky and fast. Our order was taken and delivered just like that. I had the veggie burger with no bun and coleslaw. I got scared for a minute, because it tasted very close to what I remember a beef burger tasting like. It had mushrooms, cheddar, tomato and a tangy barbecue sauce. The slaw was flavorful, too. The wounded Olympic wanna be got the blackened shrimp salad and down the hatch it went.\nThis could become our new neighborhood favorite. And maybe next time we are in, the 90's music will be along the lines of Dream Theatre and Queensryche.
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