The last time I was at The Grove, a nervous man with a baby (who will probably grow up to be nervous) sat next to me and spent 10-minutes convincing his even more nervous wife that he was in a corner, the buggy shield was up, and no one was going to spill hot coffee on precious Isabella.

The customers can be annoying, the music can be worse (i.e.: the Across The Universe Soundrack), but the sloppy joes are that good.