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| - Even by the low standards of sports bars and wing joints, Wacky Wings reaches impressive depths. I love to grab some greasy food and watch a game as much as the next person, but, people, we must demand better! We must have some self respect!
The neverending, oppressive blaring of music videos from days that are best forgotten; the stale, unmoving air; the fluorescent lights and windowless walls; this is an ambiance with a maximum dose of around an hour. The food is gruel. The beer selection is the same old garbage. A shot of Jameson will set you back $10.75. The servers gamely do their best, but the deck seems stacked against them by poor processes and general confusion, and so it is likely you will not even receive your expensive and mildly gross order in a timely fashion.
There is one piece of good news amid the horrors: the pool tables are plentiful and in excellent condition. They are oddly packed in, without enough clearance between tables, but otherwise things are not too bad! It's just a shame that they have to be contained within this depressing testament to just how much unpleasantness we, as a people, will endure for the privilege of a plate of mediocre wings and a light beer.
Feel free to take this review with a grain of salt. This place is often crowded, and many of the customers seem to be having a good time. All I can offer is my personal experience: I have had to go to Wacky Wings a few times in my life, and every time I leave feeling tired, sad, and mildly ill. There are good ways to do wings, beer, and the big game. This is not on that list.
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