Food:
For a restaurant located in a neighbourhood derived from a post-apocalyptic nightmare, the food was resoundingly satisfactory. I Ordered some monster-assed burger with bacon, cheese and some greenery. Fries and gravy also made their way on to my plate, although I don't recall ordering them. Most likely because I had been hammering back Molson at the Strip Club across the street.
Atmosphere:
You know how when you're driving through Baltimore or Detroit on the Interstate, and you're like "Hmm...I wonder what goes on down there.." But you just keep driving. T Bones is the answer to that question, delivered with a huge side of Scarborough.
The fellas and I waltzed in at 2am on a Friday night, and there had to be 30 people in there. It was like a film shoot for The Wire, but no director was around to yell cut. There were however many people around to yell things like "Ayyoo whurr my fuckin burger at Ni**a", and "Yo, I recognize that muh'fucka from jail. He owe me mad money." Etc. There was a full on argument in the back about who stole the ketchup from whose table, Hint: Apparently it was 'Dat Bitch ass ni**a right there."
It was like a circus. The two people working there didn't give a fuck, which is great because my food preparation requires your full goddam attention. The best part was when 4 cops came in to order food, and they got heckled from the 10 minutes it took to get their food. If we lived in Missouri, everyone in that restaurant would have been killed.
I would deinfitely go back, because T-Bones isnt just about the food, it's about the experience. Bring a friend, bring a loved one, and just enjoy the atmosphere. Also, leave your chains/wallets in the car.