Attention, people: stop going to places like Claim Jumper. This particular location is the Heartbreak Hill of those ubiquitous thirty page menu chains, where no dish is executed well or particulary delicious.
May the list commence: An aloof waitress who forgot my drink order until I reminded the girl who brought our food out; a hamburger with a stale bun not cooked to order; a cold baked potato; wings that had a fishy taste to them; oh, and our food came out in ten minutes. Do you know the only way that miraculous feat was accomplished? A microwave. Trust me, you can tell.
Enough with these big, "hearty" portions of shit food. Shit food is exactly that. If you must go to a place like Claim Jumper, make it TGI Fridays. Their happy hour never ends and at least their burgers aren't microwaved.