The wings called me back– not as good as I had remembered, but still pretty tasty. The place was crowded with 20-something guys in hoodies and baseball caps, and not a va-jay-jay in sight.(Any female patron would probably get a lot of attention here, but should remember to bring her bear mace). Fries were deliciously crispy and greasy. Everyone was friendly, yet there is still an air of sketchiness that abounds.