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“Stop in for delicious wings (boneless and classic) and a really fun time with Trisha, Drew, and their co workers! My mother and I walked in and got 30 classic and 20 boneless and had a total ball with this crew! Not to mention our wings were still crispy and tasty after a 40 min drive!!
We will be coming back!!!!! Sorry no pictures, nothing left! 🤣“
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“The pizza was delicious, fresh, and ready fast! I was impressed with the young staff. They were enthusiastic, attentive, and hard working. My only regret is that I live 4 hours away in Canada!“
“Delicious food, huge portions, friendly service. I can’t say enough about this place!“
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“I was in the area and my coworkers had always suggested I drop by this location. I live in the city so I'm not out here terribly often. Dropped in for a slice and I was very impressed. I kind of see it like a quality mix of the slightly doughy pizza that Rochester knows and likes, and a NY style slice that I'm partial to. Quality crunch without being hard. Good cheese blend, sauce to cheese ratio. All good stuff. Very pleasant. The buffalo chicken pies looked terrific so I'll probably grab one in the near future.“
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“Delicious not over cooked.“
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“Stepping through the doors of TK's I felt as though I had wandered into a dream—one where candlelight glows like captured starlight and the air itself seems perfumed with possibility. Yet even in a place so artfully enchanted, nothing could have prepared me for the poutine that arrived before me like a revelation on porcelain. This was not merely poutine. This was a culinary sonnet, a whisper from the gastronomic heavens. A dish so sublime it felt almost mischievous to call it by its familiar name. The Wisconsin cheese curds announced themselves with unapologetic pride. You could taste their birthplace—lush dairy fields, cows humming contentedly, the whole pastoral romance. Each curd held its integrity just long enough to declare, “Yes, I am from Wisconsin,” before surrendering into a gentle, buttery melt that can only be described as perfection liquefied. They didn’t just melt—they blossomed across the warm potatoes in creamy, celestial ribbons. And then there was the demi-glace. Oh, the demi-glace. Calling it a “half” anything feels adorably modest. This sauce was appropriately named only because it is indeed better than half of a glace—it may be better than all of them. A rich, velvety pool of umami velvet, it cascaded over the fries with the elegance of a silk gown in motion. Deep, complex, and infinitely comforting, it managed to be both bold and tender at once, like a secret told in a familiar voice. And what of the phrase “better than Canada”? Risky, perhaps. Blasphemous to some. But after a forkful of this poutine—this enchanted mosaic of potato, curd, and demi-decadence—I found myself whispering it involuntarily. Not out of disrespect for our northern culinary champions, but because sometimes a creation transcends borders and loyalties altogether. This poutine is not better than Canada because it compares itself— It is better because it dares not. It simply is. In short, the dish is a masterpiece. A warm, glowing, cheese-laden love letter to indulgence itself. If a restaurant can be judged by its poutine, then TK's is nothing short of the north star of flavorful delirium. The view of the falls isn't demi bad either.“