We took Chicago friends on Saturday night during Hot Chicken Week and something must have happened to their recipe, because the chicken was not even spicy, let alone hot. They were out of tenders, so menu options were limited. We ordered three fish/chicken combos (two mild, one medium) and two shrimp burgers. Fish was good, chicken was good but NOT spicy or hot, and we did like the shrimp burgers. The point was to feed them HOT CHICKEN, and that was a major failure. The counter guy was very "flip" about everything, so we didn't consider discussing with him. If you want some good fried chicken, I recommend it. But Hot Chicken? Go to East Nashville where they know what they're doing.
This is way more than just a sports bar. This place is a sports heaven but also the cleanest chicken I have eaten in Tennessee.
Salad was supposed to have chicken on it. $7.00 for a box of iceberg lettuce. They might have waved a chicken over it. Bad.
Food is great. You come in the door and stand in line a short line and place your custom order for your individual pizzas. You pick your seat, which is plentiful, then they deliver to table. It's in downtown Franklin and parking can be tight.
The pizza is pretty good with our family favorites being the calzones and Stromboli. Easy parking with great service!
What it lacks in atmosphere is made up by some of the best hot chicken and catfish around. Everything is cooked to order so, it's not fast, but well worth a short wait!
Not enough workers there for the number of people at Chuck E. Cheese. There was only one worker who could assist with game issues and the cashier was quite rude!
English, please! The manager (or owner) is a cold-hearted, condescending snit and the sandwich artists are two mousy relatives (or otherwise extremely submissive and docile creatures) who are obviously fresh off the pan-pacific flight and can speak hardly a word of English. The mice stand in front of you with wide-eyed, deer caught in your high beams at midnight expressions, and sort of mumble-repeat in very soft voices your request back to you. The snooty manager interprets what you've said for them, and shares with you his guesses at what their frightened, blank expressions mean. Nothing in the experience contributes to consumer confidence. The manager makes it clear it's a condescension to serve you, and has the thinly-veiled contempt for natal Americans you see with people who came here with twenty dollars and a backpack of belongings and own three Subways within a decade or two. Something else that bothers me about the manager; he has the flinty eyes and blank expression of someone who grew up in a car crash. He can't be bothered to smile or seem in any way happy to see you. And true to that annoying immigrant "thrift ethos", the manager frugally sticks a single napkin in your bag, and says "next" to rush you along; hoping you won't double-check his cheapskatery. I never let people rush me so I made it a point to look in my bag. I told Mr. Frugal he only provided a single napkin for two foot-long subs. His eyes showed his contempt at my insistence on not being cheated, and he handed me a huge stack of napkins. The sandwiches themselves were similarly frugal and perfectly reflect the owners' commitment to cheating the customer wherever possible.
A great chicken joint with yummy food and a great atmosphere for kids. The service can be a little bit slow but overall good.
Our favorite sonic to visit. The service here is great and the staff is always friendly and nice! The outside area is very clean.