This place is surprisingly classy when compared to many nearby establishments. It's nicely decorated and quite family-friendly. There's definitely a racing motif, but it's subdued and tasteful. The most unusual aspect of the decor, in my opinion, is the sink in the men's room: an amber glass basin set in a marble countertop, providing a clear view of the plumbing beneath. There are TVs in most of the dining areas, but ours was off, and thus no distraction: the ambient noise was low enough that I could converse with people at both ends of our table. Drinks were served in real glasses, with metal flatware and linen napkins. The glasses were tall and thin, which might lead to easier spillage and require more frequent refills, but service was good and refills came without asking. Service was friendly as well, but they did have quite a bit of trouble sorting out our checks. I splurged an extra 50 cents for a side of onion rings: they were pretty tasty, but strangely clumped together so I really only had about five individual rings. The sandwich was on a pretty marbled rye, lightly toasted, with a mild but ocassionally noticeable flavor. The beef was sliced thin and piled in good quantity; some complained that it was a bit tough, but mine was tender and good. The kraut on my sandwich was tucked inside layers of beef. I don't know if this was intentional, but it did help reduce the sogginess, which is especially important with a sandwich as lightly toasted as mine was. I couldn't taste the cheese, but I could feel its texture. I didn't really notice any flavor from the dressing. It made for a good-sized lunch, and I was pleasantly full afterward. I had a little trouble leaving, because I'd parked on the east side of Main street, and had to back into northbound traffic with my view obscured by the parked vehicle to my right: I'd recommend looking for parking elsewhere. Overall it was a good meal in a pleasant setting. If I have a criticism of the place, it's that while it presents itself well, it's so restrained in its character that it succeeds in being pleasantly unremarkable; it's more fun to be in a restaurant that celebrates something, that adds little extra flourishes. My sandwich should have come with little checkered flag toothpicks.