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Movie Tavern also offers mac-and-cheese, but unlike the decent, restrained version made at the Flix, this tasted like out-of-the-box Kraft heated in a microwave. And though I do like the theaters at Movie Tavern (which have comfortable seats set along a counter and plenty of space for the waitresses to move around, as though they're just at a bar with a really, really big-screen TV), the kitchen operation is harder to stomach. I poked my head in after a movie and was terrified by the number of fryers inside. While the cooks at Neighborhood Flix manage to execute James Mazzio's excellent menu with nothing more than a standard (and rather small) galley setup, the kitchen at Movie Tavern looks like something off an aircraft carrier: huge and gray and laid out with an eye toward nothing more than pumping out as much fried food as possible in the shortest amount of time.