If you're looking to be abused by your waitstaff but don't want the polish of an Ed Debevic's, Dick's Last Resort is just the place. Rather than the '50s diner vibe of Debevics, Dick's is more of a pseudo-roadhouse as envisioned by a distant corporate chain headquarters, with a cartoon logo of a gruff, unshaven, beer-swilling owner keeping watch over his seven locations across the country. A "wacky" waitstaff member will tie on your plastic bib as you tuck in for a descent into bad jokes, sugary tropical drinks and chow served in a way that's truly unique.

Dick's serves up childishly named finger food like the "Half-a-chicky," the "Pork Bonerz" and the "Case O' King Crabs" for lunch and dinner, and brunch is available on Sunday as well as a full bloody Mary bar. As always, if the food isn't the reason you're at a particular restaurant, don't expect too much from the menu. This goes double when they advertise their meals literally being served in buckets, triple when the website proudly (and terrifyingly) proclaims "Places with Good Food Are A Dime A Dozen."

However, if you're looking for insults and goofy paper hats with crude, kid-unfriendly slogans hand-written on them, Dick's is your place. Unless Grandma used to run with the Hell's Angels, don't bring her here for lunch.

Average cost: $10-$20

Centerstage Reviewer: Karl Klockars