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| - We were staying in town for a few nights to visit a friend, and this location wasn't far from our hotel. The first night, we stopped by to get some to-go wings (just before closing) to eat back at the room. We ordered with Rachel at the bar, who was very friendly, helpful, and attentive, despite the late hour, next-to-last-minute order, and some questions.
The food, and the attitude, were so nice, we came back for dinner the next day. The food was great, we loved the "boom boom" wings we'd gotten the night before, and decided to try the "haute parm" wings with them this time, as well as an attempt at the "Triple Atomic" hot wing "challenge" for myself. "Boom Boom" is definitely the winner on flavor, though I'll probably get the "Haute Parm" again, they mostly tasted like black pepper and had huge shavings of parmesan cheese all over them, with a creamy buffalo-style sauce.
The "triple atomic" challenge is 6 of their hottest wings for the price of 9, so you're practically buying the t-shirt that comes with the "challenge," plus you get your name on the wall (at the end of the month; our friend might snap a pic of it for me). The 500,000 scoville unit wings are very, very hot, but before the burn hits, and off and on during the whole experience, there's a very strong and sweet flavor almost like concentrated sweet cherries? Think cherry pie, not cherry cough syrup. I managed to get them all down with a single cup of blue cheese and no drink, but each of the people at the table went red-faced and started sweating after one lick of the sauce, so your mileage may vary. Definitely something I'll do again.
The best part of that evening, however, was our server, Jeff. In contrast to reviews I've seen below for other waiters and waitresses, who are often dead-eyed, rude and scowling at worst or artificially cheery and absentminded at best, in similar chain restaurants or bars... Jeff came off as full of energy, very genuine and honestly friendly, and his commentary and checking-in was not unwelcome, forced, or grating like it can often be. This sounds cheesy, but it was like having a friend checking in at our table every now and then, though we'd never met the guy.
Bonus points: Two people in our party were transgender males, and he gendered them correctly (greeted us all as "gentlemen") without the slightest bit of hesitation or questioning inflection, which (intentional or not) made them both feel a lot more comfortable and had them both smiling and mentioning how nice it was as soon as he left the table to get our drinks.
Good job, Jeff.
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