TGI Fridays — Restaurant in Bensalem Township

I stepped into T.G.I. Friday’s, full of misguided optimism. That was before the pungent smell hit me, a grotesque mix of stale bread, industrial cleaner, and something far worse—something I can only describe as the stench of a restaurant that has given up on life. As I walked in, the air thickened, like it was trying to swallow me whole, suffocating me with each breath. I felt the weight of the atmosphere press on my chest, and I wondered, for a split second, if I was about to contract something truly terrible. I later learned that what I had encountered was, in fact, TGI Syndrome—an agonizing affliction caused by prolonged exposure to the horrors contained within their walls.

The food, when it finally arrived, was an abomination. My drink—promised to be a refreshing tropical mix—was an unholy green concoction that tasted like stagnant swamp water, spiked with bleach and shame. One sip sent my body into convulsions, a desperate attempt to rid myself of the poison I had just ingested. I staggered backward, hoping to escape, but the horrors were only beginning.

The “loaded potato skins” arrived next. They were nothing short of demonic. The skin was soggy, the cheese a rubbery mass, and the bacon bits—if you could even call them that—were brittle, like shards of despair. And the sour cream? It was a sad, watery puddle that looked like it had been sitting out in the sun for weeks.

I tried to power through, but then came the burger. It was like a cruel joke, a sadistic mockery of meat. The patty was so dry it could have been used as kindling for a fire. The bun, more like a piece of cardboard than bread, crumbled beneath my touch. But the worst part? The fries. They were limp, soggy excuses for potato products—wet, flabby, as though they had been boiled and forgotten in a back corner for hours.

I could no longer contain myself. I had to leave. But just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I had to use the bathroom. Oh, God. The bathroom. It was a horror show of epic proportions. The walls were covered in peeling, yellowed wallpaper that looked like it had been kissed by the sweat of a thousand sad, defeated souls. The stall doors didn’t close properly, and the toilets were clogged with what can only be described as a biohazard. The floor was sticky—no, suctioning—as though the bathroom itself was trying to pull me into the abyss.

I exited T.G.I. Friday’s with a deep, unshakable sense of dread. The food had been an assault, the restaurant itself a living nightmare. I didn’t just leave hungry; I left scarred. If you value your dignity, your health, and your very soul, do not set foot in this place. T.G.I. Friday’s is not just a...

Went around 3:30 on Saturday with 4 other people & the experience was horrible. We all work in the service industry so we usually don’t complain because everyone has bad days but this was insane. I’m going to give our server the benefit of the doubt because maybe it was her first day or close to it because she was very sweet just not at all attentive. We walked in automatically were given attitudes. The hostess, an older lady, didn’t greet us. She just yelled at my friend & said “you need to give me a minute because we just sat a party of 10.” My friend didn’t even say anything to her and that was her greeting. Mind you, I think there was like 5 tables sat all together so weird that your staff can’t handle that. Then after we finally were sat, we waited like 15- 20 mins for a server to even come over. We ordered everything at once since we waited so long. I ended up getting my food before we even got waters or our bar drinks, which was my entree- we didn’t even get apps yet. But whatever, maybe you guys were backed up. But it didn’t stop there, our server only checked on us once ( I don’t know if she was the one with the big party, again she was very sweet) we asked another server if she could grab us Togo boxes and our server so we could get the bill. I know we don’t like asking people who aren’t our servers for things but we were already there for like an hour & a half & needed to go but damn that girl was rude. Rolled her eyes and everything. So then as we were leaving, our server chased us out because she had rang us up for the wrong bill. Now I was never going to even write this review until today when my friends card was charged twice for this dinner! It wasn’t even good for it to end up being $300!!!! Our original bill was $151. I think this experience just proved why chain restaurants are failing. Just support your small businesses at this point, at least they want you...

Not bad, not bad. But, not good either. Today my husband and I were in the area and decided to give this TGI Fridays a go. Boy were we wrong. First, I ordered a margarita and not once was I asked how I wanted that. Frozen it is. Then, when I ordered a burger and wanted to substitute it with a turkey burger the waiter argued with me and said that wasn't allowed. Apparently the veggie burger was only allowed to be substituted for a turkey burger. Why oh why would I substitute a turkey burger for a veggie burger?! Doesn't make sense. I even read the menu back to him and he still argued with me. To verify I even went on the website and created a fictious order to back me up and guess what....I was right. You can substitute a turkey burger for any burger. Needless to say I'll never come back here again. Saturday night or not the waiter should always know his job. And fyi...it wasn't even busy. I guess you're asking too much for good service at 10 o'clock at night. I must say this is a first for me...to give a bad review before I was even served. UPDATE 4 years later....My husband and I came back during lunchtime. Our waitress, Pauline, was very attentive and made sure she was on top of things. The food was even better. The whiskey glaze blaze was well worth the money and the drinks especially. This visit definitely redeemed the...