Always great. So much better than greasy food.
In 2012, on a typical slow night at this gourmet delight of an eatery, I heard a teenage girl at the front say that she couldn't bear the country and gospel "music" droning on at this place any longer. (Amen!) She said in a voice that was heartbreaking, "I wish they'd play some Smashing Pumpkins." Eventually she said one more goofy warbling song "and I'm gonna kill myself." It would take a year to write down all that's wrong with this place, like orange ketchup and rotten tea. If you're one of their church pals, they like you. It's a club. And the ownership doesn't care. The plastic food gets smaller every time the price gets higher. The perfect Corning experience.