Guy Fieri returns to New York with a raw chicken guy fast-food

Chicken Guy – The new fast place from Guy Fieri at 136 West 42nd St. – is a case against the second chance.

The latest foray into New York for the Platinum Hair TV showman and the chef “Celebrity” was a legendary fiasco.

The Mammoth Times Square restaurant in Fieri – Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar – was a suddenly examined risk until it closed in 2017.

Chicken Guy is not better, the proof that Flavortown has no place in the Big Apple.

Located next to the new Planet Hollywood restaurant, the last one could also be called Planet Heart Insaind.

Its oily and sugar bombs on the buns behave up to almost 1,000 calories each. “Flavortown Spun Shakes in hand”, like the triple double mint with frightening double mint, an appointment at around 900 calories

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

As type 2 diabetics whose state is sufficient under control to take advantage of an occasional junk food madness, I would not oppose if the fieri products were edible or drinkable – but this is not the case.

They are only one thing: sugar repairs the poor souls who confuse the crunch, frizzying and over -the -sided over -taste.

One of the functional food areas of the joint brilliantly lit, but Charmales faces a kind of open kitchen where the cooks prepare and assemble the sandwiches. The counter is too high to see a large part of what they do, but large block letters on the front proclaim: “Capital t Tasty”.

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

I endured the pitiful poultry in three ways of three varieties of different sandwich. The simplest, the OG ($ 12.99 with fries and a drink of 20 ounces), was so evocative of a hot brick to The interior of the crispy Panko bread, I hesitated to try the most elaborate choices.

I couldn’t even cut through the meat with a plastic knife. Although the manager has sworn that each piece was “made cool”, it was as difficult as if it had been baked a few hours earlier and warmed up after cooled her heels for a spell.

The miserable meat seemed impatient to hide in the middle of the garnitures of the barbecue sandwich in brown sugar in Bourbon ($ 13.99 with fries and a drink). But pepper cheese, sweet sauce, cabbage salad and pickles could only do so many things to hide the truth of chicken.

The worst of the three was the Macaroni sandwich in Buffalo ($ 14.99 with fries and a drink), which is overloaded with smoked bacon, elbow macaroni and parmesan with garlic all boiling in the bun.

All the fitted fittings – buns at coating, semi -crushing bacon strips, sick sauces – seem intended to function like a kind of culinary novocaine, crawl taste buds with the horror of meat.

But they failed to anesthetize my taste buds enough for the dry chicken and without flavor.

Then there was the double mint triple ($ 6.99). The alleged ambrosy of the soft serve with whorned chocolate, crushed oreos, chocolate mints, chocolate syrup and whipped cream was too dense for me to suck more than a few drops through a straw – which was probably for the best, in terms of my health.

The fast food chicken does not have to be so bad. Fieri could learn tasty and juicy birds from Popeye.

The expansion channel of Fieri has 25 open or planned places in the United States. Please, Guy: spare us more in the Big Apple.

We have enough maniacs brandishing hammer without being attacked by concrete chicken.