Andy E.
Yelp
Came in here to catch the second half of the lamest super bowl that I can remember.
My visit started off well, when I was denied a drink because of my out-of-state drivers license. The entire exchange was weird. The girl behind the counter asked for my ID, so I handed over my drivers license, and she said "Sir, I need your ID." I said, "That's my drivers license." She repeated "I need your ID." I repeated, "That's my drivers license."
She took my license over to an older lady behind the bar to consult on this matter of gravest importance, returning shortly to inform me that no, I couldn't have a drink. After all, my ID was from out of state.
OK. So I ordered some fries and jalapeno poppers and (after a long wait, of course) they arrived nice and subpar, just the way I expected them. The fries weren't offensive, just over priced run-of-the mill ore ida fries. What really sucked were the jalapeno poppers. These poppers are just jalapenos covered in cream cheese and fried, nothing else to it. It actually sounds better written down than how it tastes - I promise you that.
I didn't try the pizza, but I did look at some on the table next to me. I would normally say that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. In this case, fuck that - this pizza looks like shit and I bet it tastes worse.
On the plus side, it seemed like the regulars were having fun.