Can we just talk about the bacon and cheese sandwiches here.\n\nUsually, when you order a cheese sandwich, you expect to receive cheese with your sandwich, right?\nWell, not here. Not at Nana's.\nAt Nana's they give you some sandwich with your cheese.\n\nThe slab of (apparently Kraft) cheese was almost thicker than my finger. It oozed out of the sides of the sandwich and malevolently crept onto my plastic plate, spreading its unnaturally orange goo wherever it touched. The other ingredients of the salad - bacon and salsa - seemed to hide in the bread, recoiling from the menace below.\n\nEating the sandwich, all I could taste was the cheese.\nThere was no bacon. There was no salsa.\nOnly cheese.\n\nI'm uploading a photo of the sandwich so you can see for yourself. It's truly a monstrosity.\n\nOther than the Sandwich from Cheesy Hell, the restaurant was awkwardly quiet, the airspace filled only by the ticking of the clock and the clicking of silverware on plastic as the restaurant's one other patron, an elderly man, picked at his salad.\nI didn't feel \""welcome\"" and the staff weren't \""friendly\"", as other reviews have raved. I felt like I was at a Western-decorated mortuary.\n\nAt least the apple pie was good.