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| - This is an audio visual extravaganza, one that will wow your senses.
Over a gozillion flat-screens complimented by their piece de resistance; a fifty-foot* flat-screen at the head of the bar.
The other thing I quickly noticed is how bright the lighting is, making a good pair of beer goggles nearly impossible to obtain.
The wings are, well, wings.
What separates BWW from other wing joints is their many sauce features. My personal favorite is the mango habanero. It's spicy alright, but the flavor.
The flavor is if Venus herself wandered into a chile patch, gobbled down several scotch bonnets, then nursed you with her chile-infused milk.
Holy shit are these things good. Hot, but good.
Another little feature is their blazing wing challenge.
This is where some guy comes out of the back dressed as famous oil well extinguisher 'Boots' Hansen, and just after serving your wings, sets off a major explosion in your mouth hoping to 'cap-off' your fire.
They do give you a t-shirt for your trouble (and tears) so it's all good.
Be forewarned!
The next day is a motherfucker if you do take the challenge.
I got pretty sick, but in fairness to BWW, I was never really sure if it was the blazing challenge, or, the fact that I spent the night passed-out in the Walmart parking lot huffing generator fumes from the Insane Clown Posse's tour bus.
I never liked those guys. Did they ever have a hit single?
And why on earth do they have a cool tour bus?
*not really fifty, but it's major big
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