This misguided LIC joint offers shoddy replicas of junky childhood classics. Creamy chicken chowder had the flat flavor and saltiness one associates with a canned product. Glorified chicken fingers (dubbed "chicken-fried chicken") were dry, and the accompanying mashed potatoes were topped with white gravy that tasted like packaged mushroom soup. Desserts were as flawed as the savory foods: Pineapple upside-down cake was indistinguishable from one made with boxed batter mix. So much for 'comfort food.'