text: They have a happy hour that starts at 11pm, so we dropped in for some drinks/apps. \n\nOur waiter was a fucking zombie. I don't remember his name, but he was dead behind the eyes and slightly creepy. And you have to be pretty creepy for me to think you're creepy. \n\nAll of their signature drinks were on special for happy hour, but every single one of them was some sugary concoction. Figured I'd play it safe and get a mojito... but they were out of mint. He asked if I still wanted one, clearly ignoring the fact that mint is what makes a mojito work so well. I got some blueberry lemonade thing (at my chick's insistence). It was so sweet my face puckered. \n\nTime for some appetizers! The cheese steak spring rolls sounded great... except that they're egg rolls, not spring rolls (learn the difference, guys!), and they consisted entirely of meat shoved into a fried egg roll. That was it. The picture they showed made them look delicious, what with all the cheese and steak and onions and gooey innards slowly oozing out. This... this was gross. Like, something AM/PM would serve gross. \n\nThe mac-and-cheese squares were ok. Too much breading. I want to taste the mac and cheese, not all the fried crap around it. I suppose if I'd been drunken these might've been better. Keep that in mind if you plan on stopping in here.