Oh where to begin? I rolled in here with some friends prior to the bears game. My sentiment is slightly toasted so I'm in a generally amicable mood. We spot a pit of tables in the center of the place and grab a table. There's a few scattered tvs and they're all half as big as they should be and all showing the same game. The menu in front of me has 5 items and it looks like a lunchroom menu for 6 year olds. Of course you know I ordered the chicken fingers with fries. When in Rome right?
It took 20 min to even flag down some semblance of a server and even then he was none too exited to oblige. What came next is not some glowing review of taste bud delight. Someone defrosted chicken tenders bought in the frozen food section of your local market and served them over the worst fries ever. Soggy and burnt.
Don't get me wrong. I'm in a chill mood but this food isn't good enough for a pet. If you go to the shout house, shout for help first.