Horrible.
You know when the the chain-smoking carnie running the Zipper yells to his toothless meth-mouth wench girlfriend at the ring-toss game to ask if she accidentally drank his dip juice again while everyone on the Zipper is either getting to second base or puking on the girl next to them in those little spinning cages? I think that couple might like this joint. It's just awful enough to make you feel worn down and dirty.
Remember that kid who climbed into the sewer pipe and swam with the turds for 36 hours until emergency crews dug a relief well and pulled him out? That freaking kid runs the kitchen at this place. Seriously. He calls the food, "disaster themed."
Staffed by friendly neophytes slinging ugly, foul-tasting mishmash. One and done on this joint, man.