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| - There is definitely an abundance of pubs to choose from if you're in the downtown core. I am a huge fan of chicken wings so I found the wings deal at Bishop and the Belcher to be very appealing, hence why I chose this specific pub to meet up with a friend for a quick bite. The only night where the wings deal is available though is every Wednesday.
Bishop and the Belcher is a traditional British pub which you can tell from its dark, cozy and comfortable atmosphere when entering the establishment. My friend and I arrived at around 5:30 pm, and seated by one of the hostesses. The menu isn't too exciting and just features regular pub fare, and alcohol. Unfortunately, I don't drink alcohol, so I cannot comment on the selection of the beer at Bishop and the Belcher.
The both of us decided to settle on the special of the evening which was $11.95 for 3 lbs of wings (you get two choices of flavors for each order). Just note that in order to get this deal; you must purchase a beverage, which is the norm these days for cheap wings. So we got two drinks with our order.
They also have accompanied sides available for $2.50. The choices are Irish nacho fries, half/half, poutine or jacket potato skins. We decided to get all three sides.
The two flavors that we chose for the wings were Chipotle and sticky sesame garlic. Honestly, the plate of wings didn't look like 3 lbs of wings at all, and a few pieces were overcooked. However, the wings were pretty decent and the price for the amount of wings was really good. I didn't like the fries at all; they were overly salty and not crispy at all.
As for the service, I found it fairly inadequate. I know that the place was relatively busy but some of the waitresses were just talking amongst one another near the bar area. After we were seated, no one came by to take our order until 15 minutes later. Additionally, it took the food forever to arrive at our table. The table next to us (who arrived later) got their food before us. Additionally, we were completely ignored by the waitresses who walked by our table despite seeing that we were done (by the empty plates).
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