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| - By reading the category alone, you already know a bit about this place. It's a sports bar, which means public displays of testosterone are visible on screens in every direction. If sports aren't your bag, there's video trivia. If neither of those get your juices bubbling... well, what the-fuck are you doing here anyway?
The menu isn't surprising: wings, burgers, and deep fried stuff. It's a bar. Stick to the wings, as that this place's namesake. Are they the world's best? God no. But they're genuinely good, and the sauce selection spreads wider than a double-jointed gymnast. A variety of tastes, a range of spiciness, but pay attention to the guide on the menu for the heat factor. My lips accidentally went ablaze with the Caribbean jerk, which is nothing like jerk sauce in the actual Caribbean, but I digress.
The service is always a low point, and there's a weird-assed heirarchy regarding time. If you work second-shift, don't expect to see a waitress after work. Until 10:00 pm or so, tables are waited on -- albeit poorly. Our waitress disappeared for an hour. (And beware, they card everyone who's not dead of old age.) After 10:00 pm, they have a fast food-looking counter, or if you want a beer you have to go to the bar.... which is a kind of shitty transition to make late in your stay if you start with a waiter. After 11:00pm, everything's goes through the bar, and at midnight the kitchen closes. The bartender was on top of things.
What can you say, it's a chain, it's everywhere, and it's a pretty unoriginal concept. But it's dependable for what it is, and the wings are usually good.
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