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    JJ's fish and Chicken

    2.1 (9 reviews)
    Open 10:00 am - 10:00 pm
    Updated 2 months ago

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    6 wing meal
    Ashley D.

    The chicken & fries tastes like it was overcooked. I called in an order for a 6 wing meal, with white bread, a side of mac & cheese & mild sauce, & was told it'll be ready in 15 minutes. When I got there, I had to wait an extra 15 mins because my food wasn't ready . When my food was "ready" all they gave me was fries & wings . How do you mess up a JJs order ?!

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    2 years ago

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    5 years ago

    Fish was too salty and over cooked. Fries was saggy and Buffalo wings are dried. I will not go back again.

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    5 years ago

    Good food, good prices and good people. Major upgrade to the previous owners...not much else to be said

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    Four Waters and Other Trials of the Soul…read more If a man wanders long enough, he will eventually stumble into a place that reveals more about himself than any sermon. For four sailors reunited after forty years, that unlikely sanctuary was Toby's Bar & Grill, a weary outpost crouched on Green Bay Road like a tavern set between two kingdoms: one ruled by hunger, the other by Providence. The place sagged under winter's grime. Its windows streaked as though it had spent the season mourning. Inside, the room was split as neatly as the world: to the right, an oversized bar tended by a woman clinging to the fashions of another century. Around her, four elderly patrons who seemed carved into their stools by time. Most striking was a woman in a leopard coat crowned with trembling feathers. Regal and tragic. Like a queen who misplaced her throne. We, four men of advancing years, entered awkwardly and collided into one another like schoolboys. The moment held that subtle modern tension, the instinct to divide the room into "us" and "them." Yet we pressed on. A man must not let discomfort masquerade as virtue. The tables on the left leaned and sighed under our weight, their outdated chairs demanding one foot on the floor for balance. When the barmaid arrived with menus sticky from long neglect, she declared that most of what they offered did not, in fact, exist. The prices were fiction as well. It was the sort of warning one receives at the start of a fable, though we ignored the warning and asked for water. Time thickened. Minutes dragged. When water finally appeared, it came with a bottle of lemon juice, as though sliced fruit at a bar was mere legend told by travelers. Our first man ordered a hamburger. "We're out," she replied with the calm finality of a sentry who has turned away better men. Pork chops became our new hope. She shouted the question across the room to the cook, a man we presumed to be Toby himself, perched at the bar with a drink like a minor god who had grown tired of his own kitchen. His answer drifted back with the voice of a beaten-down foe. We surrendered our plans and followed the path of pork chops. I asked only for a BLT, trusting that even a troubled kingdom could manage bread, bacon, and lettuce. Another long wait. More unquenched thirst. The barmaid floated among her regulars, leaving us to the silence of our own conversation. When the food arrived, the pork chops still carried their bones, the fries were seasoned with the enthusiasm of an unsupervised child, and my BLT came on untoasted loaf bread with lettuce shaved into confetti. It looked as though an angel had attempted cookery without understanding how gravity or sandwiches worked. A refill of water arrived in a plastic pitcher last seen in church basements of the 1970s. Still, it was cold. Gratitude has survived on less. The bill was merciful. The experience was not. Yet we left oddly richer, for not every journey nourishes the body. Some teach the quieter truths. Toby's offered us little comfort, but it did grant us something more: the rediscovery of fellowship in a place that time forgot. We walked back into the cold afternoon bemused and strangely full of story. Four old sailors, carrying a new tale no map would ever trouble to mark.

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