Okay, so you know this place is pretty darn tight. Locals and hood rats find their way here. Oh you know it, my crew was itching for some hot wings and I say, wing a ding stop. Rolling to the grub joint. I told my boy DJ what's ur name to chill wit us. Wing a ding we were sweaingt like 2 rats in a wool sock, know what I mean. Anyway it's all good here, 4 thumbs up cuz the other was to sticky to reply. Lates..