I don't get the layout, but I don't even care.
Patio? Small, awkward dining area? Party area with long tables? You know, I'm not quite sure where I wanna sit, but, like Rebecca Black, I'm pretty sure such a decision will not keep me from a bowl of cereal (metaphorically speaking, of course).
As an old fan of fine places such as Luby's, I was excited to try George's famous chicken fried steak, paired with delectables (yes, I did just make that adjective a noun) such as macaroni and cheese and fried okra. I ordered the aforementioned at George's and was not disappointed. I even had a little adult beverage with it, and the new addition to a childhood dish made it even better. The service was above par, the bread was pretty nice, and the somewhat honky-tonk atmosphere made me wish I were a rhinestone cowgirl. All in all, I'm not sure why I stayed away from George's so long.