Since I was about seven years old, these have been my favorite wings on the planet. To its credit and to a fault, this place hasn't changed much since the late '80s. It still smells like cigarettes, vinegar, and Tabasco sauce... and they still have neon-colored shirts and all the trimmings of 1989 culture.
The wings haven't changed either... with nearly 10 flavors (Honey BBQ being my favorite) that are the best, everrr. The french fries, which come in overfilled baskets, are also an essential.
This isn't health food... but when the Steelers are playing on a cold day, there's nothing finer.