Proud guy is back to NYC – and he should have stayed away

The new chicken point Guy-Guy Fieri Fast-Casual Spot 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 failure.

Restaurant Mammoth Times Square Firi – Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar – was a brutally revised Laughstock until it is 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, 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 to check to enjoy a random adjustment of the waste food, I would not oppose whether the proud products 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 light heated eating on, but without a candy, is the face an open kitchen with types where the chefs prepare and collect sandwiches. The counter is too high to see most of what they do, but the uppercase blocking letters throughout the front proclaim, “Tasty Capital”.

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

I endured the birds set 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 written in buns.

All the detailed bundles of cuttings-goo-slaver, semi-Christo strips, bad smell sauces-aim to function as a type of novocaine of the kitchen, numbing the taste of dinners in the terrifying meat.

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

Then it was the triple double shock of the mint ($ 6.99). The alleged ambrosia of the soft mint chocolate service by hand, crushed oreos, chocolate mint, chocolate syrup and the beaten cream was too dense for me to absorb more than a few drops through a straw- maybe for good, in terms of my health

Fast food chicken doesn’t have to be so bad. The owner could learn from Popee’s delicious juice birds.

The expansion chain of Fir 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.