Being a huge wing fan and having chicken or chicken by -products account for roughly 75% of my diet, I was incredibly excited when opportunity came a knock'in to enjoy a deep fried feast at Wild Wings in New Market a few weeks back. After driving over two hours in horrific winter conditions to meet up with a friend from Trinidad I was more than happy to oblige him in sampling some Wild Wings.
My mouth watered with Pavlovian anticipation as we neared the restaurant entrance. With a plethora of aptly named sauces from the mundane to the bizarre I thought that my only challenge would be settling upon one, not having to force myself to choke down the monstrosity of a meal that was set before me. I settled on the boneless dinner which includes one order of boneless chicken nugget pieces, fries and a drink. I decided to try the "Jamaican me crazy" jerk sauce. The pieces arrived almost cold and also sans sauce. The fries were soggy and the pop flat.
I do realize that we were eating at roughly 10:00pm in the middle of a snow storm in New Market, yet absolutely zero effort was made to even attempt and serve something palatable. The only thing that separates Wild Wings and other sub standard wing chains is the attempt at giving all their sauces cute names. They failed to deliver on every and all fronts. I will never set foot through the doors of another Wild Wings as long as I live.