This restaurant is an abomination to the food service industry. Previous to being a restaurant, it was a strip club and some of the old décor remains. The ambiance is terrible. Just inside the front door is a beautiful fireplace that was covered with papers, old books, dusty knick knacks, and garbage (literal garbage). There's no reason for this much personal junk (like old high school text books piled in a corner) to be in a restaurant. So, it's filthy. Then, there's the disgusting food. We ordered what we were led to believe was a Parmesan Mushroom appetizer. We were served canned mushrooms covered in ranch dressing and baked with a slice of swiss cheese on top. It was horrifying. We also ordered onion rings that arrived cold, limp, and saturated in grease. My 4 year old daughter was with us and she wanted a shrimp cocktail and a dinner salad. The dinner salad was limp and the cucumbers were a translucent, milky white which means they'd obviously been frozen. The shrimp cocktail they served a 4 year old was raw. Not undercooked. RAW! Apparently, the (and I use this term as loosely as I possibly can) "chef" can't tell the difference between a bag of pre-cooked frozen shrimp and raw frozen shrimp (if a fresh shrimp had ever been in this building, I'd be amazed). My grandmother ordered fried chicken and said it was terrible. I tried a piece of the breast and it was literally "brittle" and broke apart in shards. There's no doubt in my mind that it was cooked at least 2 or 3 days earlier and just reheated in the fryer. My wife ordered Greek Chicken and said it wasn't bad overall; however, she only ate about 10-20% of her meal and is generally pretty passive. My beef dish didn't offer any redemption either. It was so tough, I could barely cut through it. Then there was the service. We had an older woman wait on us and while she was very sweet, she was unbelievably slow. After delivering our food, we really didn't see her again until the end of the meal. I complained to her about everything. She literally tried to cut my meat, fingered my grandmother's chicken before taking a *** of the wing, and tasted my daughter's shrimp. She made a comment about how I was right and it was terrible. She disappeared into the kitchen with our plates. Figuring she was telling the "chef" and talking to a manager, we waited patiently. 20 minutes later, she came out with our leftovers wrapped up, dropped the check on the table, and hurried off. There was no compensation and there was no apology. While waiting for her to return, my wife said she just wanted to leave. I placed the exact amount of the check on the table and we stood up to leave. At that exact moment, the lights dimmed, the colored *** lights from days of yore began flashing, blaring music started, and... wait for it... I'm not kidding... A short, fat Elvis impersonator came running out. My 4 year old almost *** her pants as she began screeching in terror because this fat psycho was running at her while screaming like a lunatic. I was about to leave our doggy bags on the table, but decided to take them even though the waitress touched and tasted almost everything we had on our plates. When I opened the containers at home, she had packaged up the raw shrimp and the wilted salad. Among the raw shrimp was the one the waitress took a *** of, so it didn't surprise me to find the chicken wing with her teeth marks in it all packaged up too. The only reason this restaurant gets one star is because no stars isn't an option. They've been open for several years and I can't understand how they stay in business. My only guess is alcohol sales. While leaving, I noticed a rather large crowd of beefy, lonely, 40-to-60 year old women swooning over wide-load Elvis. These women must drink like fish when they gather to see piggy Elvis perform because the restaurant certainly isn't getting return customers because of their food.