The nachos ($10) wouldn't pass muster at a suburban movie theater. Fake-lime flavored chips, pump cheese, salsa from a jar, guacamole blended to a paste. My first batch arrived barely warm, so I asked for (and got - nothing wrong with the table service) a replacement.
The drink menu lists a Dirty Gin Martini made with Plymouth gin ($15), so I ordered it. I got a vodka martini, which I sent back, followed by a gin martini, which was horribly made and definitely not with Plymouth. When I brought it up to the bartender, she told me she didn't have Plymouth, so she substituted house gin. She asked whether I was the person who'd "already sent one back." My spurned vodka martini was still sitting on the bar, so I took it, figuring house vodka would be better than house gin. It tasted like poison. I got a Sam Adams instead.
On the upside, Flotilla DeBarge was great.