Fifteen minutes after I sat down, a teenage boy with long, greasy hair finally arrived to take my order. I began with the diner's trademark "pizza burger" that had intrigued me enough to draw me to the restaurant in the first place. I also ordered few sides and dessert instructing my server to bring my dessert out last, after I finished my meal.
After another 25 minutes passed, my food arrived—including my dessert. I had already begun to expect as much, especially considering the fact that, in the 40 minutes I had been there thus far, the only other customers I had spotted were the original two patrons I saw when I first came. I decided to give the hasty waiter one final chance to redeem himself by asking him about what exactly made the pizza burger so special. The information on the menu had been sparse at best and provided me with no clues. My server simply shrugged his shoulders and replied, “It’s just a burger,” before shuffling back off to the kitchen.

I do not recommend this location at all.