Typical of South Florida sports-bar excess, Duffy's piles it on in every way: Huge, heart-stopping piles of meat. Flat-screens covering every conceivable surface showing every competitive match from around the globe. Nubile waitresses clad in gimmicky outfits. In its previous incarnations (Red Zone, Original Steakhouse) not much was different. Ribs, chicken wings, quesadillas and the rest are totally serviceable, like you'd expect from a big restaurant that's part of a big chain: it all feels more than a bit impersonal and impenetrable. But there's plenty of beer, a swell happy hour setup, and sports, sports, and more sports. What else do you want, a hug?