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| - One night, after a particularly difficult shift at the Southwest Naturopathic Medical Center, a fellow student and I decided to let loose and head over to the bar next door, Mardi Gras. We were just looking for a drink to wind down and possibly an appetizer.
We walked in, not knowing what to expect. The bar is rather open and not at all crowded. Actually, I think there were half a dozen people in there, not including the bartender Breeana. And someone was painting the ceiling (that was a little odd at 10 PM). After a minute to peruse the specials listed on signs all over the place, we decided on our beverages and an order of chicken wings.
Let me preface the rest of this review with the fact that I was born and raised in Buffalo, New York, home of the original chicken wings.
The wings are fantastic. They're fried to a perfect crispiness, not overcooked and dry, nor undercooked and gummy, and definitely not breaded. The sauce is not the original Buffalo sauce of Frank's and butter, but it is really good. It is a perfect combo of vinegar-y-ness and spiciness. I guess they have other flavors, but that would be heresy for me to even try.
My only complaint is that they have ranch and not bleu cheese. Not that I often use the bleu cheese, but it's comforting to know that it's there if I want it. And there is only carrot sticks, not carrots and celery like I'm used to.
The guy who makes the wings is super friendly and comes out to check if they were cooked right (note to self: learn this guy's name).
And the bartender Breeana (I have no idea how to spell her name) is friendly and used to work at Houston's. This week she was making a mojito for another customer and let us try a straw-full. It was very yummy from the bit I tasted, but I think I'm going to try it next week.
The Mardi Gras quickly became our Wednesday night ritual, and I'm going to miss the trend at the end of this quarter. But I'm still at the clinic on other nights, so I'll just have to make it over there on a new night.
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