Alacrity

I tried a new restaurant last night-- Wolfgang Puck Express. It was... weird. You order at a cashier station (okay, fast food restaurant), then sit down where a waitress brings silverware (hmm, non-fast food) with nice-ish paper towels (fast food). I had a turkey sandwich with fries (fast food) but the sandwich was on fancy bread and the fries were "herbed" (non-fast food). It was a place where snobby Buckhead could pretend to be commoners, but without having to rub elbows with the unwashed masses. I don't know of another fast food joint where I would've felt comfortable with my hair still in my fancy bridesmaid-do.
I give it a 10 for concept, an 8 for price, and a 6 for food quality.