I have only come here for breakfast but have been back several times. The food is consistent and very reasonably priced. The omelettes are great also love the big breakfast platter. The little blonde girl who serves here is a total sweetheart. Will be back often.
Alisha D.
Tu valoración: 5 Orange, CA
Love their fried chicken and home made mashed potatoes. Yummy lunch options and great seeing by for dinner on way home.
Hunter S.
Tu valoración: 2 La Grange, NC
The atmosphere is very homey, and is the picture perfect place to grab Sunday Lunch with your family… But that’s about it. My experience will be my first and last here. The line was to the door and moving slowly — but I can forgive that due to the elderly clientele. However they were out of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and almost out of roast beef. The prices are too high for the food as well. Then when we sat at the table the people next to us were speaking with the manager because their fried chicken they’d gotten was very very undercooked. They ended up getting their money back and going to Waffle House. Eating here really makes me wish I’d have gone to McDonalds. Their pop machine also ran out of Pepsi… Both machines. This place just really needs to up its game. Giving two stars is being extremely kind.
Lynda V.
Tu valoración: 4 Fairfax, Cleveland, OH
Stumbled upon this gem today & decided to try it out. Glad we did. I had fried chicken, mashed potatoes & green beans. Ken had roast beef, kale & Brussels sprouts. Dad had meatloaf, mashed potatoes & green beans. We all thought it was good. Old-fashioned cafeteria style service. Prices were reasonable.
Tj P.
Tu valoración: 3 Louisville, KY
«Daisy, Daisy /Give me your answer, do. /I’m half crazy /all for the love of you» Well, I’m not half-crazy, and not in love with Daisy. She’s a perfectly fine gal, don’t get me wrong, just not my style. Cafeteria-style dining, country-style cooking, better than a Golden Corral but a bit pricier than a Jerry’s, the servers sweet as can be and the dining room clean as a whistle but there’s just not enough common ground to keep me coming back. You can attempt to ply me with soft-serve ice cream, but it’s just not for me. My boys may want to stop by and say hello every now and then, and that’s OK, but my heart will likely want to wander elsewhere. That’s just the way these things are sometimes.