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Guy Chicken-the new fast-paced Guy Fieri at 136 West 42nd St.-is a case against the second chances.

The latest New York City attempt for platinum -haired television showman and “famous” chef was a legendary fiasco.

Mammoth Times Square Restaurant Fieri – Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar – was a brutally revised Laughstock until it was closed in 2017.

Chicken guy is no better, evidence that flavortown has no place in NYC.

Situated near the new Hollywood restaurant, the last of Fier can be called Planet’s heart failure.

Its fat and sugar bombs in the batches are packaged up to nearly 1,000 calories each. “Flavortown Shakes Spun Hand-Sspun”, like Shake Mint Triple Double Mint Scary-Green, Advise the scale in approximately 900 calories

This is almost the same as Shake Shack’s abdominal competition, but at least they tend to be delicious.

As a type 2 diabetic, whose condition is enough under control to enjoy a case of junk food, I would not oppose whether the products of the Fier were edible or drinking-but they are not.

They are just about one thing: sugar adjusts for poor spirits that confuse crunch, crackle and oza slimy to taste.

One of the glowing glowing bright glowing areas, facing an open kitchen of the types where the chefs prepare and collect sandwiches. The counter is too high to see most of what they do, but uppercase blocking letters across the front proclaim, “delicious capital”.

But the “delicious” does not apply to the main element of the menu – chicken.

I endured shameless birds three ways in three different types of sandwiches.

I can’t even slice the meat with a plastic knife. Although the manager swore that every part was “fresh”, it was as difficult as it was cooked a few hours ago and brought back after cooling its heels for a magic.

The miserable meat seemed thirsty to hide between the BBQ BBQ sandwich cuttings Bourbon ($ 13.99 with chips and a drink). But pepper plug cheese, sugar sauces, slag and pickles could do so much to hide the truth of the chicken.

The worst of all three was the Buffalo Mac and Cheese sandwich ($ 14.99 with fries and a drink), which is overloaded with smoked bacon, elbow pasta and garlic parmesan all scraped in buns.

All the detailed cuttings-tuffs with goo, half-fresh bacon strips, sick sweet sauces-they are intended to function as a kind of novocaine kitchen, numbing the taste of sorrow for meat.

But they failed to anesthesia the loops of my taste enough for dry and spicy chicken.

Then it was the triple double shock of the mint ($ 6.99). The alleged ambro of the mint chocolate service of the mint, crushed, chocolate mint, chocolate syrup and whipped cream was too dense for me to absorb more than a few points through a straw what was probably to well, in terms of my health

Fast food chicken doesn’t have to be so bad. Fier could learn from the delicious and juicy Popeye birds.

The expansion chain of Fier has 25 open or planned points across the US. Please boy: save us more on Big Apple.

We have many maniacs that operate with a hammer without being fooled by the concrete chicken.