I don’t like giving out bad reviews, but after a bad first visit to YaYa’s I decided to give them a second chance after several months. But not only was this the worst chicken I’ve ever had, it was close to the worst meal I’ve ever had. Cold, soggy and inedible. This place has got to be a front for some shady activity, because they can’t possibly make money selling this garbage. There will not be a third time.
Chris m.
Évaluation du lieu : 2 Hardy, VA
Wow what happened to Yayas? Moved back to Michigan after 10 years and saw Yayas. I remembered a MUCH better tasting chicken. This was any ordairery Roasted chicken. I have honestly had better supermarket chicken… I ordered a three piece with salad and mashed potatoes. It came with a country crock margarine. What happened to the honey butter? Nothing was bad, everything was mediocre at best. For the 12 dollars I could have gotten a whole Roasted bird that had FLAVOR. Shame I really used to like the food here.
Max S.
Évaluation du lieu : 1 Ann Arbor, MI
We Walked in hoping the name«YaYa’s Flame Broiled Chicken» would live up to its name. Sorely mistaken. I ordered the Grilled Chicken Sandwich with bacon and a side of mashed potatoes. The wrap(not sandwich as it was listed) was bland, and the sauce packet looked like a generic sort of ranch dressing with the YaYa’s logo slapped onto it. I could tell the bacon was processed crumbly bits and not actual fresh cooked bacon which was disappointing. The mashed potatoes and gravy reminded me of the G.F.S. stuff I used to get for hot lunch in middle school(no fond memories of that). All in all it seemed like they squandered the tools they had around them. I didn’t once see them use their grills they had out, and the chicken didn’t taste like it had been flame broiled, but maybe reheated. Everyone was underwhelmed by their food, as well as disappointed :/we will not be returning
Susan L.
Évaluation du lieu : 1 Tempe, AZ
I wish Yaya’s chicken served something other than chicken. I know I don’t have to walk into Yaya’s and go somewhere else, but I walked in anyway. And I’m a chicken about chicken.