Drove thru downtown last night and watched as some inconsiderate and obviously overserved 20 somethings were leaving this restaurant, jay-walking across Congress Street, blocking traffic. One particularly charming fellow screamed F U, MOTHER F***er at the car ahead of me tapped his horn and flashed his hi beams as the suave and debonair Casanova deep kissed his "gf" and as he simultaneously pulled up her abreviated skirt and grabbed her ass with both hands in the middle of Congress Street. Didn't wait to see if he plowed her on the Mercedes Benz SUV hood before speeding off to Birmingham. Hope this is not indicative of the crowd this place promises to attract feasting on their $19.00 USD, 7 oz burger made from 28 cuts of dry age mystery...err...beef in the glass enclosed year around retractable pavillion.