From the outside this restaurant is cozily constructed as to almost look like someone's home. When I walked into the quaint establishment there was no greeter to seat me and no booths, just a couch that was admittedly very comfy (how do they expect you to eat on a couch?) In hindsight it didn't bode well that there were virtually no other customers here. The server (if you could even call him that) was not very friendly at all, and bizarrely seemed like he didn't want me to be there. I could see why later on when I discovered the restaurant was filled with code violations. The silverware wasn't covered and the guy in the kitchen didn't have gloves on and was clearly nervous about me catching him. There was even a random house cat just hanging out in the dining area.
Despite the terrible service, I was able to find a partial jar of peanut butter and some hotdogs somehow. They tasted like store-bought hotdogs. It was actually one of the better meals I've had recently, but that doesn't make up for the horrendous staff and eating conditions. It was so bad the police arrived right after I left! I give this restaurant 0 out of 12 stars. I will not eat here more than five or six more times.
This is my house I don’t know why it’s listed as a restaurant but it’s kinda funny