The French onion soup was repulsively sweet. The flavorless cheese on top was wonderfully stringy in the bowl, but became the consistency of rubber as soon as I popped it in my mouth. The bouef boeurguignon tasted better than the soup but the meat was tough. The decidedly low brow, industrial carpeting and chairs underscore the disparity between meal quality and cost. Perhaps I missed the culinary gems on the menu, but I won't be going back to try to find them.