Mediocre food, enormous portions, and an uninspiring wine list make Kings Fish House the epitome of a boring chain restaurant's suburban location. They have the "Hello, my name is Jane and I will be your server tonight!" kind of robotic service, which I find terribly annoying.
I'd be willing to overlook all the above if the oysters - something they are supposed to be known for - had been great. Unfortunately, they were neither particularly fresh, nor were they shucked immaculately. Heck, the selection itself was a disappointment with three out of seven being from the same Mexican bay and only two East Coast options. And such disappointment was every dish we had from salads to main courses through "specials", including the salmon that was colored to a hideous cadmium orange shade you would only expect to find on a Pantone color guide and not on your plate.
Luckily, there are plenty more fish in the sea, so it's very unlikely I'll ever be back.