Dr Deegans is the kind of place you don't go to on purpose. You get dragged there, by relatives that don't care about food.
The food has all the splendor of a high school cafeteria lunch. Instant mashed potatoes in a scoop shape sitting under clearly-from-a-can gravy, salads tossed with no consideration for what ingredients go together, soups where you can taste the town water and know you're in Chicopee, soda that tastes like refrigerated mop bucket drippings.
The atmosphere is trashy and 70s... you have to walk past a cigarette dispenser to get to the "dining room"... but maybe you're into that. If you like wood paneling and 70s nostalgia, this is your dive.
I sat facing the box that a flat-screen TV had come in and wished I were somewhere else. Anywhere else.