Finally made it to Queens hideaway last weekend. It was a strange experience. Service is not the strong point here. At one point during the meal, the waiter went outside and came back w/an ice cream sandwich and a bottle of soda. He proceeded to consume those delights while on duty and in full view of anyone who was there. There was more interest shown in the records (those big black round things) the restaurant has (they actually have a turntable! Yeah!) than the customers. At one point I sat there watching an intense conversation about a Police LP and the servers never noticed any of the customers.