Hash House A Go Go is what Europeans think every US restaurant is. And if they came here, they'd be right.
This is excess to the point of stupidity, with very little that actually tastes good. All plates are visual abominations, cooking execution errors abound, from greasy sage chicken and waffles assembled with giant skewers and thickets of fried leeks akin to the the working end of a kitchen broom, to the inedible thickness of anything involving bread, to coagulated sauces and gravies, to gross, sticky drinks - there's not much redeemable here.
Oh and I'll probably go back. Because sometimes I hate myself and crave true rock bottom.