This place rewrites the definition of "don't judge a book by its cover."
On the outside Wing King Cafe looks like a run-down joint next to a gas station, (I reference the gas station because my friend had told me to make a right after the gas station and I missed it, after which he tried to say that he meant "at the gas station" and we ended up making two u-turns just to get back to it.) and on the inside the place looks like little more than a clean-ish dive bar with a section to play corn hole and a little darts.
Even the service here resembles that of a run-of-the-mill/hole-in-the-wall bars no where near prepared for the service it gets here; the waitress brought me regular wings when I asked for boneless, but I digress.
The food here more than makes up for any other glaring issues this "Cafe" might present. The wings here actually have meat; for the first time in my life, I bit into wings and tasted MEAT and not some sort of flour. Not taking away from their perfectly crispy batter of course, which complements the meat in ways I can't describe other than the way Homer Simpson drools about food.
The "24K Gold" and "Honey XXX" were the two I tried. Both were distinctively delicious but not quite memorable as I was too hungry to think about complex flavors. I will have to go back for more detailed notes in the future.
I also did not expect my side order of fried mushrooms to come in an entire tray (there was probably enough fried mushrooms to feed a family of three in my order) and despite being clumsy with my order, the waitress was extremely attentive thereafter and I couldn't really blame her for getting my order wrong when she was also waiting on six other tables at the same time.
An additional "thank you" to the gentleman/lady who picked up mine and my friend's tab for being in uniform; I find it absolutely embarrassing when people "appreciate" me for doing a job that I signed up for, but I thank you for not eye-balling me and muttering profanities under your breath like some people do in my home state.