I'll admit it. I'm a Guy Fieri fan. I think he's hugely entertaining and is delightful when interviewing people while they are making food. He's also good at wearing sweatbands and loud Affliction type t-shirts, driving classic cars and having his sunglasses hang on his ears and dangle off the back of his neck like a total dick. Excellent. What he's not good at is having his own restaurant(s).
Now to be fair, I haven't been to El Burro Borracho or Johnny Garlic's Pasta Grill or GUY'S! (sic) Sammich (sic) Joint. Nor have I tried the (late) Flavortown in Times Square. But I don't NEED to because this m**therf****r sold me the most disgusting plate of food I've ever been served in my adult life. Ladies and gentlemen, the "Guy-talian Fondue Dippers". Imagine a congealing, skin-topped bowl of cold, white Velveeta crowned with lumps of sausage and (somehow) crunchy Slim Jims to dip into it. It was sick. It was heartburn in a bite. It was the chagrin of ordering this silly app for the story and sharing it with friends and then feeling absolutely horrified I talked them into it and offering to pay for the whole thing. THAT BAD. The trash can nachos are not very good either. But those are great for an Instagram story so I'll leave it up to you.
The service was fine but unless you're literally going ironically for the (Instagram) story-- STAY AWAY.