I went there for the first time with a friend on a Tuesday night. It is a bar, and for some odd reason they were having a kid's night where a children's movie on a big TV competed with the ESPN blaring on 12 other screens. Our waitress was somehow 'chemically enhanced' and managed to insult my dinner mate by calling their 12oz draft beer the "Baby Beer" and saying the 32oz 'special' was for big boys. I had a lousy margarita - (commercial mix, tiny bit of tequila, tons of ice - didn't even get the salt rim right, and what was with the three brown coffee stirrers?)
Moving on, The wings were advertised as being huge. They were just your average sized wings. They were served in paper lined plastic baskets, and the greasy sauce started disintegrating the paper well before the meal was done. The table ware is all disposable. I didn't see one piece of food that didn't look to be something out of a food service catalog. Everything - fries, wings, chicken breasts, seemed to be pre-made before it came to that kitchen. Why it took so long to get to our table was quite a mystery.
The staff were unruly, and seemed to be having some kind of tiff among themselves, and the kitchen staff was shushed down by an older waitress who seemed to be mostly in charge several times during our stay.
toward the end of our meal, the formerly chatty waitress noticed her cousin come into the restaurant, and after that we had to ask another waitress to prepare our bill, for the drunk waitress was focused on catching up with her kin.
The people who were there to drink the 32oz beers for $5. looked happy, though - especially after the second or third one. They shouldn't advertise this as a restaurant. It's a new building containing a seedy dive bar.
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