Oh man, I would more than joyously eat at this restaurant.
I have a similar one in my old neighborhood called "Polonez".
http://polonezrestaurant.com/It's hard for me to eat at a Polish place like this, because it reminds me of my Polish Ma, and her home-made pierogi and Polish sausage and sauerkraut and potatoes and mushroom soup.
My brother served our country in Vietnam. He didn't ask to be drafted and sent there for combat.
When he came home, he slept and slept and slept and when he got up, my Ma made him comfort food like this every day until he got back on his feet.
I distinctly remember this, and I was just a boy. She made him Polish sausage, eggs easy-over to dunk the sausage in the yolk, potato pancakes, pierogi and sauerkraut.
Food like this soothes the soul.