"These fries are why I fear going to a nursing home. They just look... neglected.. And old." This direct quote from a friend as we TRIED to put on our best good-sport faces.. But yuck! Too greasy to eat. We salted them like we were transporting meat on the open frontier in the pre-refrigerated transport days. Still unpalatable. We tried these chicken fingers after refusing to eat the nachos we'd ordered. HOW do you make bad nachos? I mean. NACHOS! The meat tasted like fowl boiled in a caldron sometime during the Pre Spice-Wars Middle Ages. We also left the over iced chambord margarita on the table unconsumed and made our way across the parking lot to Z-Tejas to get the real ones. I've learned my lesson about straying from the Tempe Zip's location. Our server did her best, but she was playing piano in mittens. Not a lot she could do with what she was given to work with. I am all for small business, but I couldn't lie to ya. They need Bar Rescue... Save your hard earned greenbacks.