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| - Stopped here after trying to get in at Tim Finnegan's across the street for St. Patty's Day (what a joke - $10 cover charge just to eat?) so the girlfriend suggested wings as an alternative to corned beef n' cabbage.
The place is newly remodeled and the biggest, sports bar-iest Native I've ever seen. Service was slow and I don't know why because it wasn't busy. Like, at all. So, minus one star.
No specials on Guinness for St. Patty's Day either? Not only that, but one bottle is six frickin' bucks? For that price I'd better be getting a reach-around from a cute Irish lass, too. One happy hour margarita, my Guinness, wings for the two of us, plus tax & tip, came to . . . wait for it . . . $53.00! My name must be Seamus O'Fuckme because I could have gone to Bluewater Grill for fresh seafood for the same price. And the only reason why I ordered as many wings as I did is because they're the smallest wings on the planet. I swear, pigeons have more robust flappers than these sorry excuses they call chicken wings. So, minus two stars for all that shizz.
Won't be going back. Hooters AND Buffalo Wild Wings are right across the freeway. I don't like Hooters wings but no one goes to Hooters for the food, now do they?
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