text: You know that Groucho Marx quote: \"I wouldn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.\"\n\nWell here's my version: \n\n\"I wouldn't want to dine in any establishment that would have a fucking GINORMOUS photograph of Sheriff Joe Arpio taking up half of the wall as though his presence there is a good thing.\"\n\nThe only thing that could have made me more uneasy would have been if they superimposed good ol' Joe onto a giant 'last supper' painting, stuck tooth pics in my eyes and forced me to recite the ten commandments while force feeding myself mediocre sweet potato fritters and a ridiculous burger the size of my head, man vs. food style. \n\nThe burger itself was......good. Not fantastic, just good. The sweet potato fritters were a joke. When something is that boring and uninspired it really needs to come with something like, oh...I dunno...25 dipping sauces. I'm sure I've seen deep fried boring remedied by flavored lard in the past. Get on the ball Grind. \n\nThe service was okay. The whisky tango flavored waitstaff, all brunette with a similar 'look'  was interesting. Like if you took all of the servers at The Vig and secretly replaced them with Famous Sams waitresses; that kind of interesting. \n\nThe beer and wine selection was clearly lacking and again, uninspired. I suppose the focus is supposed to be on the specialty drinks which actually seemed well thought out though none seemed to appeal to me in the moment. Also, if you're going to name one of your signature cocktails after a classic James Bond martini it should be made with the proper ingredients, or at least as close as possible. I think they sell Lillet Blanc at Total Wine, hell, the bf has some in his fridge, I'm sure he'll let you borrow it. \n\nAll in all, an odd experience that kind of failed my expectations. In closing, I'll leave you with another Marx quote that kind of sums it all up: \n\n\"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.\"