I'm pescetarian, so wings aren't on my radar, so when my mom wanted wings Hooters is what came to mind instead of Buffalo Wild Wings, around the corner from my house.
December 6, 2013 may have been the coldest night of the year in Las Vegas. I made the mistake of not ordering ahead, so 35 minutes later, we are driving home. I ordered the shrimp po-boy. Any decent cook can make this in his/her sleep, but not this guy.
The first bad sign was that my fries were greasy & cold. The "french roll" was so old that it crumbled to pieces the moment I picked it up. I though I'd be able to just pick out & eat the shrimp but it had been fried to rubber. This place is garbage.