Fuckin gross, man. Wings were soft and fell apart as I picked them up out of the watery sauce that spilled all over the container; making their individual packed bag a water balloon of orange liquid. Ordered 20, ate 5 in an effort not to waste, threw 15 away right in the damn garbage. It felt like I was eating slop. Sauce was rubbish too. Cheese fries could replace missing manhole covers. Shit was a solid disk of over-cooked, over baked bullshit. Delivery driver was nice enough, and tried to explain away the fucked up hot wing water balloon with some gibberish even though it could only be shitty driving on what I can only imagine was a trip here on Rainbow Road. He ended his excuse making with "they're all in there," gee, thanks, Mario. Maybe next time layoff the Star Power and just keep it under 40mph for that 3.2mile drive? "Olive Oil's" must be a disclaimer for 'all of the oils will be all over your shit,' I guess. Crazy how this place is across the street from a grocery store I frequent, and take home a lot more food and never spill any of that shit while making that same drive--and I keep that shit in the trunk! Unforgivable.