When I die I want to be buried in a coffin made of Jack Daniels chicken strips. That way I know I'll be in heaven even if Peter cock-blocks me . . . Wait, I just out-smarted God!
I swear, you can put Jack Daniels glaze on a petrified rat turd and even Top Chef snob Tom Colicchio would eat it. It's that good.
Unfortunately everything else isn't. The service--at this location--flat out sucks half the time. And the consistency of this kitchen staff sucks about 35% of the time. If you can, try the Happy Valley TGIF instead.
My only other minor gripe is that all the newer Friday's (such as this one) just don't seem to have the same charm as the older Fridays.
But I'm willing to let all that 2-star worthy crap slide for some more 5-star worthy Jack Daniels chicken and burgers.
TGIFJD 4 life, foo.
And the afterlife too!