Boy food for the boisterous. This is not the place to go for a relaxing or dainty meal. The gimmick is customer abuse -- yes, you pay for the privilege of having a waitstaff hurl napkins and cheerful invective at you. But they mean it with love. Sounds a bit strange, but it works, in a party-hearty way. Speaking of, the food itself is hearty indeed, with house specialties (BBQ ribs, honey-glazed chicken) arriving in buckets. Entrees are substantial, both in quantity and construction -- look for chicken-fried steak, fried chicken, meats or pastas covered in cream sauces. The most successful item could well be their burger, a juicy mammoth. Probably best for rowdy teenagers or stag parties, but both attitude and grub might be a relief after all those houses of reverent culinary worship.
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- Highly Recommended 2010