The interaction has always kept me an arm's length away from PT. No one in my immediate family is very outgoing except for when my bi-polar mother is in cheery mode. And, like, if I don't finish your green beans because they suck, I really don't want to hear about it. Bring me my dessert.
Sci-Fi is pretty boss, boss. The menu is actually a little odd, though. Most of the dishes have distinctly un-50s twists that could pose as problems for picky eaters. The french fries are redonk, though, and flavored Coke is high five-worthy. Go Sci-Fi. Garco wants you to.