Reviews are what you make of them. How you interpret them. And I suppose how they are buried or deleted is also a reflection of interpretation. Meh. I walked in single. I am heavier than most. I have one leg shorter than the other. To say I look "unique" is a kind way to just flat out admit I am different. I was sat at the bar. And there I stayed. I observed the patrons to the left, right, across the room, and outside procure food and drinks. Alas, I decided to leave. I was genuinely hungry. Albeit quite the labor intensive task to get up and go, it was time for me to seek a place where I could be treated like a person. Eyecontact and pleasant greetings has to be abound in other places? I've only been in North Dakota for 3 weeks. First time eating out. I enjoy local foods a great deal but I find myself going back to the commercial chain of fast foods in lieu of being acknowledged and rarely treated as if I cannot be seen to the untrained eye. Ach de Leiber. It is better if I eat at home anyway. It was my "excuse" to try to get out and see people. I'm very confident that if you look normal, are white, and do not have a stammer, that Pounds is right up your alley for a great place to be. I wouldn't know what the food quality is however, but again, if you are ordinary people you will probably have a great time. From what I could sus out my waitress might have been the lady with red and black hair. That bright, really pretty color red, like passion. She had red makeup on too. She seemed pleasant toward everyone else who was around. That is a part of the 2 star rating and not a 1 star. Looking at the demographic around me, you'll have a great time if you are that traditional, able-bodied, have both eyes because the one I had as a little girl ended up getting detached and as such, life keeps going on. Pounds is just the metaphor restaurant for a lot of other places I have been where I also feel more invisible than air.