This is one of those restaurants where you don't come for the food.
The service is horrible, but thats what you're paying for. I think that I'm truly jealous of the fact that the servers can say and do exactly what I'm thinking. I would kill to tell one of my "customers" to "do shit by themselves" or "I'm not your fucking mother, take care of it". But, until I leave my tower as a princess to become a foul mouthed server at Dick's I'll have to settle for paying for a side of shitty chicken strips with my show. Well, they aren't shitty, edible and almost good. But, they're just chicken strips. In defense of their food, my friends had the pulled pork sandwich and thought it was pretty good.
On our most recent visit, they had a balloon artist, a very X-rated balloon artist.